MAROON CEMETRY

In the barren land,
I laid dead
The sunrays hitting me right into my eyes
Not a drop of water left
To rescue me from the inevitability
Somebody walked upon me gently
And caressed my cracks slowly
Drops empathy fell between my chapped lips
And the life of a dying newborn was renewed again
The seed absorbed the affectionate rain
And it kept growing into something so wonderful
I got a life and it felt so beautiful
Trees of trust and hope grew upon me
As someone walked over my pasture
Greenery plagued my misery
And an unstable thin film of happiness
Protected my plants from the angry sun man
I dug inside myself to find a source of quenching thirst
I used it to water my dear seed
Who now grew up in a beautiful flowery tree
Somebody smelled the daisies and rosemary adorning the tree
And was astonished how could a midnight lily tree
Could bloom into any variety
That was me,
Changeable yet constant
My job was only watering the tree
It hardly mattered what bloomed inside the heart of my tree
I was happy in this trance
When suddenly one day
Somebody tore into the film of my happiness
And sprayed the seed of poison ivy all over my land
I kept witnessing each and every blade of grass dying,
Frankly, I felt helpless as I knew nothing was left in my hand
The water can dropped, the acid rain dropped harder
The greenery converted into a maroon cemetery
All my plants and trees shriveled into a dead red entity
And when I looked upon the sun man
He was appearing innocent to me
Maybe it was not him
Maybe it was somebody
To my horror, the somebody and sun had the same face
Their rays which were once so beautiful
Again hit me in the eyes to the point I got blind
(Before blind in love and now blind out of revenge)
And now, in this messed up process of trust and betrayal
I am left with no option to choose
I have to witness the maroon cemetery
Where once lied a green monastery
Where once love bloomed in its brightest hues
Now the barren land is left only with rues
Of pain, detachment and drops of acid rain
Somebody would now say words to defend themselves
I would like to say one more thing before this ends
You might have been right at times,
But you weren't always
You might have tried to play with words
But you never knew me
Maybe today I look the caretaker of this maroon cemetery
But once, I was the nun of the green monastery
I can make both gentle prayers and fiery lashes
Don't try to enter the maroon cemetery
Because somebody's grave is dug already.