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THE LIVING DEAD: an acrostic—award winner
[A cemetery is a temple of living souls] Take care, don’t trample this grass, Have softness in your step. Ere waking a sleeping soul, Draw nigh, listen to me. Ensconced here in silent graves Are yesterday’s soldiers. Dead is not the word for them. Almost alive are they. Read up this fading tombstone, Engraved in golden words, Showcasing to all the world, Enlisting all my deeds. No, I’m not a lifeless stone. Sleeping soul though am I. I am not without feelings Though they are not expressed. I wish as you walk through this Vast green cemetery, Every inch of ground you may Tread with utter respect. Of course, it is very true That I look like a stone. However, deep inside me, Echoes of heart resound. Let you be reminded that In that heart is a hope: Visitors to this place may Introspect and know that-- “None is immortal and in God is the salvation”. • Written in 7-6-7-6 format * Awarded first prize in the contest "Invalid Item" M C Gupta 8 May 2005
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