Musing 142 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Dead are social again being alive
Shaking off the ashes of pyres and the remains of graves,
A human intact with fleshes and bones
Thronging our social gatherings more
With confidences nudging out the livings quick
From the limelight for fear of being identified.
They will inject impulses abnormal in our veins,
Impleading continuous to join their epicures
And will melt our substances definite whatever remain
For crafting the strange ornaments for their birthday bashes.