In a deadened world we live, 

Dried leaves, dried lives. 

Like eternal winter, 

Modernity looms upon us

Where are the natural laughs? 

The carefree smiles? 

In a decaying world we live

Dying die, living don’t care. 

Eyes are opened only when

The dead is our own, our grief. 

Dead at 16, dead while breathing

As if hades won over aphrodite. 

Shallow rattling breaths fill the lungs

Dead and rotten, our skulls become

Infected body, infected mind

Behold the night of living dead, LIVE!

Published by Sohini Dutta