Somanathan Iyer


Death and Living


Oh! Death! Thy are the certainty
Unpredictable is thou proximity
Yet we humans live in constant captivity
Species other than we, knew never
of ever impending end in the form of thee
justified is the action of theirs
in attacking and killing each other
with food only in quest for survival
alas! for us the humans, though
means of fair are many for food
the quest is for lust and greed
ignite the minds in ruthless ways
money, power, wealth and status
dreams everyone through day and night
in and out projected are many faces
in achieving desires throwing morals to mortuary
haunted by you oh! Death! Undaunted
is our ways of deceitful living!
And involved is every one in acts of self deceit!

Submitted: Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 30, 2014
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