O Ye! Powerless Graves

O Ye! Powerless Graves

Know ye! That no one can mechanize death to life

            And grave yard the fiercest fear we harbour, living

For, it is the inevitable, end of all ends for the living

               And the greatest season of strife.

But all passages of wisdom, you will see trails and footsteps

            Of Plato and like, they are always here to lead

While we crave on their heels, theirs to read

               Whence, I propound my own steps.

I see Wordsworth reprinted colourfully,

            Still sitting in the library lively

Discussing with a Professor whose knowledge exists in mass,

            Talk more of Shakespeare who always makes it to the class.

O ye! Powerless graves, not of rotten and skeletal men,

            But O ye! Powerless graves, when it comes to noble men.

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