Living Or Dead: A Preference Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

Dead beings are dearer and sweeter to us than are the living ones.

We pray for the gone and praise a plenty.

We celebrate the days and years in honour of them.

We feast on sighs,
weep, shed tears and keep on mourning sometimes in a pretensius way.

We have no time for the men alive nor
for
the aged ones lying still in bed or
the sick suffering
the orphans left
the hungry,
unfed, supressed and depressed ones;

we have no time to meet and
help a needy
or utter a little soft words for the wounded soul

we prefer swarming around the coffin and pay rituals before the gone.

We are fond of deities, demigods and the deceased ones.

We offer them the warmth of heart while
the living ones in loneliness unseen
unspoken and unheard
counting gloomy ending days.

To us digging has been a preferred
choice.