The Grave


A Darvesh feels no rest at all
Beneath the mound of clods and dust
Though abysmal dark the grave,
Its rigours yet bear he must.
In dark and dismal depths of grave
Silence of skies a. man can sense,
But there he can never find
Environs free and Space

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