Epitaph

Here lies the grave of
A person full of sorrow, love and joy
Oft misunderstood,
In moments of shifting,
Sinking sands beneath,
The prisons of the under land,

The never world in between
Of nowhere,
With deep dark dungeons of lonely Solitude,
All in the company of friends
Who came and went,
With a few that really meant.

Let the winter snow fall,
Fall once again, as many tears
Have fallen,
Fallen before as rain.
After autumn leaves had left
Their auburn trail,

My time is over now, way above its time.
Let me fly far, far away.
Peaceful as a dove,
As this tombstone, epitaph,
Will preserve these memories,
And sleep,
After weathering many a storm.

Copyright-Sunil Bhatia