THE LAMENTING GRAVE

A lonely grave covered with dust,
Lamenting and weeping with no trust:
The winds making the leaves fly here and there,
Not stopping the laments of the grave.

Near the brackish waters it lay;
No men came there and respect did pay:
For the grave belong to a tyrant
Who was known to be mean and arrogant?

On the epitaph, it reads so ….
“Here lies a man you would like to bow before”.
Perhaps, it was sarcastically said
Bout that man who was so much dreaded.

A child who passed by that way,
Cleaned it and by the grave did stay.
He was none other than the tyrant’s son,
Whose heart alone he had won.

Teresa Alice Mary. B
St. Raphael School,
 Chennai.