Living Corpses Poem by Chirag Kumar

Out casted by the living
and drawn towards being dead,
he lies on the footpath
with a hope that some vehicle
would run over and relieve him of all pain.
He wears filthy clothes which stink of garbage.
A copper bowl serves his existence.
With eyes speaking his misery
his body bears a sorry picture of leprosy.

You will find such folks
wandering in the city streets
where the able pass by such living corpses.
Some feel that a rupee can lessen their pain
But all they need is love
all they need is care
and a healthy life again.

But we fail to look beyond such things
for we are too engrossed in ourselves
Self obsessed
Stressed
as pilgrims in the journey of an unknown quest.
The fact of the matter is that
we remain in motion, but lack emotions.

It's not a pleasant sight to witness
the falling of flesh, the scabbing of skin,
the slow demise of body and the demise within.
But I wish that compassion in the world lives on
For the Buddha once said
'Have compassion as some suffer too much,
others too little.'