After him,
She's been sleeping
Beside his grave-
Singing the songs of eternity.
I remember
Those witty eyes tombed inside
The dark eyelashes,
Tearing in the harsh grief
Of separation,
Innocence in them
Pulls out his shrouded-body to rise
Her eyes giving off
Serene tears, drench the hyacinth
The grave-digger has planted
In the lap of her beloved,
Wails seeking him-
Doleful,
Bludgeoning her to death,
Like that fire
Sauntering through the garden
Whilst the silence follows,
I see
The woman lying on the grave,
And her eyes wide open — now looking up
at the moon
Like that a corpse
Gazing the crescent,
Let the nightingales sing
'The sleep-inducing songs...'
Let the grave-diggers dig
'The painful grave in his lap...'
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