The walking dead….

The walking dead....

Scene in the front room….
Its early morning
Family and I sit on the floor
Looking at my father
And some times towards the door
My father was no more
Thus as per the customs
His body…dead body was laid on the floor

Scene at the door…..
Walking in were people
Friends…relatives
Some real some superlatives
Father mine was dead…
To bid him customary good bye
All walked in …in white clad

Scene in the inside room….
Relaxed some lay on the bed
Some in chairs sat
Gossip…sex and business…
Mixed are the topics of discussion
Death of my father has given them a break
The so called friends and relatives..
On these topics …opinions give and take

Father…my father lies dead…
They chat and laugh inside on his bed…
His death has killed… my need for food
They come to me…expressing their hunger
And asking…where nearby can we get food…ah but the quality should be good

That very moment for me..
Along with my father many died
And surprisingly….
On their death my heart never cried

….Today with passage of time
Some times ..I meet these soul less…beings
The walking dead…
Whose life…is just bread and bed…

The Unicorn
(This poem is based on true facts and personal experience)

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