LIVING DEAD

sampatbraide

Our forebears were once alive someday

But this very moment they’re lifeless

Sleeping gravely in their unending play

Let alone their contemporaries to confess

No spanking strong skin shall live forever

Despite the sumptuous or balanced meal

Our fleshes will wear and tear either

In less than no time we all sense the deal

Alas! We're dead yet living today

Buried in our beautiful or peaceful graves

Out-stretched in the sunny mid-day

Laying still like some sad Sculptures

A non-chalant Life is not worth living

Yet no one acclaims a silent death

This morning afternoon and evening

More than a billion souls loses its breath

Are we are living physically dead

More or less like a clinking cymbal

Sending out signals to a distant friend

Who waits earnestly for a February feral.

  • Author: The Lord of Fiction (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2011 13:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the realities of life, man must surely die. Nature is unpredictable, irrespective of our colour, ethnicity or belief, all must surely visit the grave in less than no time.our forefathers were once alive but as at now they are all dead and on a good day we shall follow suit.
  • Category: Nature
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  • Paul Price

    Very good... serious topic....



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