The Dead

The Dead long poem

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We knew each other for decades
We seldom liked each other
We pretended to be nice to each other
We knew we couldn’t stand each other
His egoistic and selfish attitude disturbed me often

I went for a short nap,
Cursing him all the while;
I felt something uneasy
I heard people talking in hushed voice
I realized the person I hated most was no more
I got panicky on hearing the news of his demise
I refuse to believe that he is no more and I felt restless

I rush to see the “dead”
I walk down the lane in a tense mood
I stood in front of the dead like a statue
I start murmuring with fellow mourners about the dead

I praise the dead for his virtues and noble deeds
I shed tears when the “body” was burning in flames
I sympathized with his family and treaded back home
My eyes had got swollen and my voice choked

I felt guilty for hating him when alive
I cursed myself and banged my head in shame

A loud thud disrupted my sleep
I realize it was a very bad dream
I am back to self after the bad dream

I was in two minds whether to meet him or avoid him
I recollected my emotions I encountered during the dream

I have now realized the huge difference the Dead
man can make to a living man

I am now aware only the body can make mistake
but not the soul

I now understand that the human body is only
temporary but not the soul

I can now live in peace till my time comes to depart

I am now sure I will not have any enemies after I lay DEAD

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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