Oh human, I seek an answer-
have you seen someone die?
Ah, petty, trivial points don't matter,
it doesn't matter, whether it is a bed of roses,
or some gutter in a suburb- flowing merrily,
the question my dear is, have you seen someone dying,
somewhere, anywhere?
Have you seen the bodies on the brink of oblivion?
Eyes bulging from their sockets,
beads of perspiration pouring down the body,
breath hitched- stuck in the windpipe,
man clutching at his throat.
Any attempt to live, to squeeze that breath out,
back arching- almost snapping in half,
and then- the body falls limp,
ahead lolling,
eyes wide in a question,
'Is it over? Is it? '
So, I ask again; have you seen someone dying,
somewhere, anywhere?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Full of ghastly images, this poem conveys the horror of death and insanity very effectively. An artistic piece of writing.