Living CorpsesA 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, like pilgrims in the journey of an
unknown quest. The fact of the matter is, 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."
- C Kumar 21st
May 2015
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