About Life Poem by Vinayak Manikkedath

About Life



Senseless
Is life.
Stupid...
It's followers.
The very act of breathing
The precious air
Which spreads through…
Each cavity…
Each water barren hole
Inside this
Charred,
Broken,
Hopeless,
Waste,
Body…
Comes out,
Polluted.
Death,
It seems..
is…
Bliss.

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