Walking Corpse

Walking Corpse

A Poem by Arundass TP
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A man with no creativity; self-confidence; courage and altruistic.

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when life values nothing;
barren; the mind behaves;
It's hell; the heart is cold;
never feels the true colors;
moving on this earth;
as Walking corpse!

© 2020 Arundass TP


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A cold heart is blocked and may just as well be dead, because though alive it is dead. Its doors never open to welcome anybody in. It becomes cruel, bitter, resentful and unloving. Very thought provoking write, T. P... SO much said in so few words. Thank you for sharing, dear poet...

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Arundass TP

4 Months Ago

Thank you friend 😊
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Welcome always, T. P...



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Gee
Imagine a life of loneliness, without love, where the only conversation takes place in the mind, would drive you crazy. We need to be needed , to be able to express ourselves in whatever way deemed right otherwise we would become your words.
Good morning, enjoyed the read :))

Posted 3 Years Ago


Arundass TP

3 Years Ago

Thanks friend
well written, love the visual of the write and very wise

Posted 3 Years Ago


Arundass TP

3 Years Ago

Thanks friend
Years ago. I volunteered for three President Clinton, food, shelter and medicine mission. I went to Africa. Dead bodies who died from starvation and sickness. They had no I.D. We dig a large hole. We collected the dead bodies and we went house to house. After awhile, we had to forget. Most were children, women and old people. We had mass graves and we(Soldiers) pray they found a kinder place. Still today. Hunger and sickness killed so many in our world. I dislike our leaders in the USA. They smile and tell us. Only 600 dead from the coronavirus. Our new world, death is okay to the people who are safe. Powerful words shared my friend. Made me think tonight.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Arundass TP

3 Years Ago

Thanks friend for writing this narrative reality.
Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Your words were very good my friend and you are welcome.
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Purposeless life feels cold, rightly said. We need to invent ourselves again and again, so that we can stick to the right meaning of life, otherwise no difference with a dead body. Nice poem

Posted 3 Years Ago


Arundass TP

3 Years Ago

Thanks friend
An all-time favorite quote: "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." (Thoreau) -- and your poem boosts this idea to a more artful delivery. I believe there are far more people living this way than most people can stand to acknowledge. Love how you acknowledge it (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Arundass TP

3 Years Ago

Thanks friend
We all need a purpose in life. People or a creative passion. If we are lucky, we get both. Without either, the journey would be painful and meaningless. Nice little piece of brevity.

Chris

Posted 3 Years Ago


Arundass TP

3 Years Ago

Thanks friend
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

You are welcome.
You've hit the nail squarely on its head...the word Covid comes to mind! ~Sharon

Posted 3 Years Ago


Arundass TP

3 Years Ago

Thanks friend
A short poem that is very well written.
"the heart is cold" I really felt that part.
Have a nice day!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Arundass TP

3 Years Ago

thanks friend
Well put. It's true. Value is important. You show what happens when we value you nothing very well. Tyfs

Posted 3 Years Ago


Arundass TP

3 Years Ago

Thanks, friend
Short, but beautifully written. The description of an empty man, a walking corpse almost literally, is very enthralling.

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Arundass TP

3 Years Ago

thank you friend.

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Added on November 28, 2020
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Arundass TP
Arundass TP

Thalassery, Kerala, India



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