Dead Man’s Road
The blue trees sway on dead man’s road
Where the tired souls walk freely and proud
Blue trees that sway singing hymns of praise
Under a golden welkin shot with pearly cloud.
The tired souls with wreaths of emerald green
After the war was fought on fields of clashing noise
The tired souls with star-specked eyes and wreaths of emerald green
At war’s end, in the hush of glory’s poise.
The weary souls that march towards the gates of Time
Much they have seen, much more remains to see –
Wisdom like a shield of ivory sits upon their brow
As they cross the marbled doorstep of Eternity.
Still walking proud on dead man’s road.
All is silent now with the rapture of an ancient dream,
Silent and majestic with wreaths of emerald green –
Their journey’s end and the Feet of the Supreme.
By: Abhinabha
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