Classic Poem

Wrapped in the shroud of eternal life,
Huddled in the bosom of mother earth,
Free of the world's noise and hustle,
In longing arms of peaceful slumber,
Lost are they in the world eternal,
Dwellers of the silent city.

Gone is the worry, begotten of doubts,
Or fear, of dreams turning sour,
No streaks of pain,
No weariness from travel,
No wrath from sorrow,
No pain of living,
No worries of time,
No quarrels for power,
No struggles for money,
All links are broken.

The movers and shakers of their times,
Are now oblivious to the world around.