1) Behold once more the lovely glow
Upon these sleeping marble squares
As veiled fog spreads her curtains slow
A blissful state from worldly cares.
2) In November’s cool wind , one
hears
The tread of kith and kin,
who pray
Before their near and dear
with tears
A solemn state with sighs
convey.
3) The preacher reads the Holy Book
Before the sleeping sacred
souls
Whose joy in whispering
breezes shook
The leaves around as
church bell tolls.
4) The tombs fresh-painted shine
in light
Amidst heaped
roses with fragrance bright
With candles and burning
scented joss
Around the graves and many
a cross.
5) Their voices mingle with
unheard tones
Of ancestors in whispered
moans;
A communion betwixt the
living and dead
Like earth and heaven in
glory wed.
6) With tears and smiles they kneel
and bow
With grateful hearts they
pray to show
Their earnest love with
melting ease
For those who sleep in God
with peace.
7) Suffused with choric melodies
sweet
Under the jeweled rows of
starry lights
The souls do bless their kin
with dumb delight
Like gods invoked from
heavenly heights.
8) All Souls’ Day – an occasion dear
To feel our dear ancestors near
To feel the golden days of past
The precious memories not yet lost.
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24th January, 2014 Somaseshu Gutala
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