Some thought penned down when i pass the graveyard near my house everday


These cracked graves

passing through these old graves
i hear the sounds of people naive
some teenage giggles and some nascent chuckles
some adults whining and some old age wrinkles

pondering through the cracks on these graves
as the water of the rain seeping down
I see the shallowness of life
just the depth of these graves down

I see the world that has gone by
their fears and those tears when they cry
their lost hopes and broken dreams
all similar to ours it seems

infinitesimal is what the life is
says so these cracked graves
palaces and pyramids and paths we paved
oblivious that we will reside below these graves
says the invincible truth ,these cracked graves



Poetry by sana
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Written on 2010-08-30 at 02:08

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Really nice work. I always enjoy observational contrasts. Thanks for posting.
2010-09-16


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I pass my local cemetery at least twice a day ,
Behind the walls lay many memory's of life,
Behind a kind sence is made , many storeys lay ,
Awaiting to be read ,
Behind the wall's lay the truth of war ,
In war out of it comes only victims ,
Who never walk a way no more ,
Lay side by side now ,
Names , age , in common youth ,
Lay silently till some one stops and listens

Sana , I hope you do not mind my reakshan to your good poem
Ken D Williams
2010-08-30



excellent...!! great work..!!
2010-08-30



excellent...!! great work..!!
2010-08-30