Corpse Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The corpse brings hopes of life.
Who says it's depressingly revolting?
The thoughts when you bind them in books
Become corpse that rot after sometime
But we read to overcome depression.
A corpse is just like a book
Lifeless yet its pages filled
With words spoken unspoken,
The corpse is the harbinger of life.
It says ‘get up no time to lose'
‘move on' before you are bound in a book,
there's still hope for the living!