A Visit To Graveyard
Mirza Sharafat visits an ancestral graveyard at Zadibal in Srinagar. On
every Thursday evening Shiite Muslims light candles and incense sticks
on graves. This aura relieves poet and he feels his belongingness to
graves where his forefathers rest. He looks for a place nearest where
his soul craves to sleep for eternity.
By: Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
On Thursday evening
I pray near a Grave in Kashmir
Incense sticks
And candles
Lit in bundles
Aroma makes me feel
As I kneel
I pray near a Grave in Kashmir
Incense sticks
And candles
Lit in bundles
Aroma makes me feel
As I kneel
This is land of my forefathers
Where they rest
I too look for a place nearest
I belong to these graves
Here my soul craves
To sleep till eternity
In the Eden of divinity
What else I should ask
That has more dignity
Where they rest
I too look for a place nearest
I belong to these graves
Here my soul craves
To sleep till eternity
In the Eden of divinity
What else I should ask
That has more dignity
~
Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh