Sunday Poetry by Oindrila Bhattacharya
Confessions of a Zombie-Phobic
There is a very thin line between life and death,
Don’t be deceived by one’s jolly smile-
It may only be a garb with death
Lurking beneath the sweet smile…
Who am I?…
Am I alive or dead already?…
Can I feel my pulse or the throbbing of my heart?
Oh wait, wait, wait…
Can I hear my voice?…
NO, I guess it is lost amidst the chaos of silence
Can I feel my tears when I cry?…
Or can I at all cry?…
Am I then dead already?
I wish I die rather than living a zombie….
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