The Soul

I ain’t the Adam

But quite like him

Waking to a world

Devoid of humans

 

Then, none were born

Now, all seem dead

He witnessed Creation

I watched the ruins

 

Am plagued to walk

Amidst dazed corpses

Marred by a notion -

Of breathing pretence

 

Solitude for destiny

Shadow for company

Wandering through

This side of fence

 

It’s me and them

Two ends of wheel

Both trapped onto  

Pseudo confluence

 

Days gone in vain

Nights in horror

Troubled by fate

Curse of suspense

 

Either, they're alive

Or it’s me, alone

To call both same

Is a sheer offence  

 

Half a dozen senses

If, makes them alive

Then, devoid of any

Whence is my existence

 

-      Shunyatha




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