The graveyard

The home of a soul rests here
Peace and immortality is gifted where
None is pompy or highly is to be considered
The ending of all creatures becomes the graveyard
Deathly still aura and sanity it shrouds
The utmost consciousness a soul profounds
It's a place scary but not at the same
Once laid here, unworthy becomes the name and fame
Identity and beauty; after lying here none asks about
Is there anyone to care whether you were weak or stout?
The graveyard; only place you're left with after the soul abandons the body
Days after you reach the graveyard forgets the world even your personality
Accepting the end as it comes fathoming
The graveyard provides the soul a new grooming
The worldly pleasures won't bother you even
The graveyard accepts the sinest of bodies with others; making it even
©soumi_mallick