Life In Chambers Poem by J T Jayasingh

Why do I clothe me in plastic coats
Which block my flesh to feel
My neighbor’s perennial heat:
The touch, the smile, the words
Of neverending life?
Why do they in freezing chambers
Silently gaze at machines
With weary, teary eyes
While the friendly throb of hearts
Are caught, rubbed and hardened
In the mechanical iron webs?
Why do you spray chemical scent
And lips with dyes paint
When your natural aroma
And raw juicy lips
Can still arouse the giants?
Why oh! Why we are killing
All the cells of life
Being caught inside the shells
Instead of simply living?
- J T Jayasingh