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