Desolation

WrittenbySyedMustafaAhmad ContentWriter

In a beautiful garden, desolation reigns in the middle. The ugly graves mar the beauty of the garden. The helpless graves are wearing the horrible looks And the dogs enjoy on them. Once, they used to wear the crown of pride, They would hurl stones at the very dogs, But today they are immobile. Beauty and ugliness run parallel. Intelligent is the person who knows the reality. Who cares after one’s death?

In the grave, silence and darkness reign. Plaques are everywhere.

Proverbs and the dates of deaths what the dead possess. In the end, nothing accompanies in the grave. The truth is that let us die before dying.

In the beautiful garden, desolation reigns.