The Fun Loving Zombies Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The body is frozen and then gets rotten when the soul leaves,
But the body is still hot and feels the pain,
When one is dead due to failures,
Though these ‘dead people’ wander around,
Wearing the suits, party gowns and rugs,
Sprayed with perfumes or the body odor,
The hunger wakes them up to look for the left over,
On the grand tables or the side walk of the busy streets,
Their sense of humor can be grounded to be ashes,
As their brains are tuned to the shocks,
Still they can be rescued with a peck of alcohol,
And a dose of stimulants to guard their dopamine,
Or other neurotransmitter functions,
The dead are happy during happy hours,
Talking to themselves in front of the bar girls,
Showing their long legs and the elevated blouse,
The dead gather a lot to have the party and the fun,
Where their every neuron try to be alive,
Waiting for the arrival of the recently expired spirits,
The dead are alive in the world,
that is famous for deleting the names,
from the register of birth to the death,
until the last breath from the heart is given out,
this body always seeks the comfort and love from another heart,
while they are terminally ill or diseased with bad habits,
escaped from the relationships to the wide country side,
I have seen the human, always look for another human,
For support and blabber their own accomplishments,
As everyone on earth has something to convey,
As their achievement, no one is wasted as the muscles,
No one is grilled as the meat to be the charcoal,
You and I are alive to feel the pain and pleasure,
Let the part of our sensory section be dead to be revived,
With new dawns in our mind, where new kids arrive,
Pestering us to do the new things with new human,
Who are as eager as we are to do the new things,
In field of humanity and sacrificial history,
Let the dead be buried and a seed be planted on it.