I walked alone

in the graveyard of my own dreams,

And stumbled upon memories in time.

Over my shoulder I could see,

The moments passing by.

I walked on pebbled lanes and bylanes

And a wild lily in the way caught my eye.

It seemed to have grown in the graveyard soil

Unattended, wild and divine,

For the purpose of beauty was felt

In the most deserving place once a while.

How and when the tears rolled

Will always be unknown to me

But I knew it was all worthwhile

When the lily from the graveyard grounds

Smiled at me.