In the graveyard are souls
Souls that couldn’t utter apologies to people they hurt
Souls that got tired of the battles;
Battles with demons of loneliness and life’s toughness.
Fathers that left abodes and never looked back
Breadwinners who sweat even at the time of departure to the other world
In the graveyard are souls
Souls of mothers who swallowed goodbyes abruptly;
Whose babies never suckled their breasts.
Babies that left earth before dodging the scorching sun
Souls that held on to anger
In the graveyard are souls
Souls of talents the world never applauded until their demise
Sons who never achieved their full potentials
Wives who never lived for the worst of their vows
In the graveyard are flowers from haters
Footprints of the falsely accused
Friends we will forever miss
Companions who vanished with a part of their partner’s happiness
The graveyard mocks the church
It creeps the heck out of the woman in labor
It startles the dreams of men; young or old
Will we hold the trophy of our efforts before the graveyard calls?
Will our loved ones carry our achievements shoulder high before the graveyard calls?
Will we live to sing our babies’ lullabies before the graveyard calls?
Until the grave yard calls, don’t forget to live
Celebrate yourself
It respects no body!
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