My Grave

Last day I visited my grave.

I visited it an hour ago,

I keep visiting it.

No I'm not going ludicrous,

Nothing is nonsensical here.

But a cold, harsh combative truth.

Looks like it keeps calling me.

When that man dragged his old mother on the roads,and I did nothing than watching,

I visited my grave.

When that pregnant woman asked for a ride to hospital and I blew her off,

I visited my grave.

When those men tried stuffing the little girl forcefully into the van and I ignored her cries,

I visited my grave.

I dont deserve to walk or move or live this way,

My grave is the only confined space of solace for me now,

And I deserve to confine myself there, get buried under the blanket of warm soil.

Since despite having a body which deceives by looking living externally,

My emotions have departed long ago,

And I am dead already.