I Am Dead and That Is Too Quite Long Before
‘’I am dead ‘’ he answers
When I ask him
Where he has been
Since I met him last
He now sits
Along with the dead
If I wish to talk with him
I have to talk
With his dead body
If I want to meet him
I have to go
To the grave yard
He firmly believes
He is dead
Let him send
To a morgue
he can not bear any more
the foul smells
his own dead body emits
So he has stopped
taking care of his own self
but what a surprise
how his dead body replies
and he says
‘’’ my consciousness tells me
To talk with you
The same again tells me
I am dead ‘’
A sense is working
against a sense
as a dead man after his death
buys fruit
from the same vendor
from the same street
and all is done
without his knowledge
after all who is sure
that your consciousness goes
along with your death
can not the other way
be the same
when you are alive?
you may continue
to do all the chores of daily life
but in reality
you are d*mn dead
here I am 'he '
and you are 'I '
and I understood long before
That I am
A dead man’s walking soul .
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this is all about a disease where a person thinks he/she is dead and rest is a mixture of Hollywood fantasy film ...
Copyright © Wahab Abdul | Year Posted 2014
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