I feel like a corpse devoid of emotions
I feel like a corpse waiting for the pyre
I feel like a corpse who lost its memories
I feel like a corpse whose dreams are on fire
I feel like a corpse who was not destined for rights
I feel like a corpse who had never tasted bliss ever
I feel like the corpse infected with malign and fatal ills
I feel like the corpse who will be the food for the vulture
I feel like the corpse which will be forever in shackles
I feel like the corpse which will be in neglect forever
In fact I know that I am being the corpse …slowly….slowly
I am the corpse which you forgot to bury in past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem