Living Dead
I was lonely,
and in desolate environ,
it was inhospitable,
and a dark gloom,
there was no ray,
of human communication,
though humans abound,
they were all there,
everywhere and here and there,
all interested in own deeds,
giving others negative heed,
cruel as if they were,
they had me effectively barred,
all moved,
so I did,
it was all sad,
as if it was a city of living dead.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2006
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