Thoughts carry me to new horizons,

in search of soulful happiness.

Today I am a cemetery guard,

who assures rest of peace to your beloved ones.

The guard knows that the eyes,

of the living, are deceiving.

He said ‘morning’ to someone yesterday.

Now with mourning, dig the grave for him.

The life he sees with his own eyes

becomes a stage for artists to perform

and leave when they are told to.

Like the rest of us, he doesn't know he's also an actor.

His nights are sleepless,

with haunting odor of rotten flowers

“Like the flowers rot, the love for someone here will rot”

He pondered.

The guard envies most of his accompanied

since people cry for them and kiss

their foreheads before letting them turn into dust.

He has no one to smile or cry for him!

Dew on top of graves at dawn

is the only scenic beauty he has.

The dews allay him saying we are better

than the fake tears, you see on the living for dead.

The guard is a contented being

Since he is the only soulful creature amidst the dead souls,

his soul is at peace even before death because

he knows a secret…