Stormy was the day.....

Stormy was day, clouds were little high….
Leaves were pale and withered……
While trees were all dry….
Though it was a summer noon
But the sun did not arise
Waves were rising up and down
As if they were fragile

Bearing all the natural forces
There came a girl alive
All alone in a haunted graveyard
She could hear a faint cry

Walking on the uneven road
She traveled miles and miles
Pain in heart and watery eyes
She looked above at the sky
Asking the almighty in surprise
That why do people die, why do people die……..