YESTER DAYS

Welcome to-
The graveyard of your
Yester days.
Keep your eyes open!
You don't want to tread
On the disfigured remains
Of a former day.

This cemetery
Is but life's gift
To compensate the symmetry
That did not exist.
I see you haven't any flowers
That makes sense,
It's difficult to choose
Out of this valley
Of detailed tombstones,
Which to honour
And which to apprehend.

There.
That's the day you went to school
With unfinished homework
And dazed, glassy eyes.
And that one-
Is when love said goodbye
For the seventeenth time.
There, under the shade
Of an insignificant tree
Is the day of your reprise,
Your first view of demise
And sufferings, simplified.

Sorry.
For the inconvenience caused,
It's rather congested-
You've yestered a lot.
You should visit sometime
In the tints of monsoon,
Rains make this place
Far more gloomy and grave,
But I'm sure we will
Manage more room.

Death,
I heard, is not the end
Death, I heard
Is an orphan,
And is a rather beginning
Of true remembrance
While all of the world
Casually,
Just goes on.

-K.G.