in graveyards, where they lie forlorn
surrounded by the live reflections of the dead!
Like that writing on the wall
reminding you of what could have been,
grudging you for your stony existence!
Amidst the silence of silenced souls
lies that noisy chaos of the dead
still expecting from you what you could not give!
The slab but a mortal barrier from the dead and gone.
We know not but, they live; they indeed do!
Having a good laugh at our obsessed desire to live on...
