I Will Live After Death

By Harsha D Sachdev

I wasn't living the sunrises and the sunsets;

The waves touching the shore were leaving, 

My hair almost stopped twirling in the direction of the wind

There were sounds of crying and of betrayal

Over the leaves from the trees that had parted and for the ones that were falling, 

The sun for ages had not risen

My ears were deaf to the melody of the birds

There was snow falling in the midst of the December

But my skin was numb to its tender, 

My eyes were blind to the colors of the day

They were blinking just for the sake

I lived like the dead

For the dinner and for the breakfast I only have butter and bread, 

They said to live you must breathe in

My lungs were puffed in with fresh air but i wasn't living

From birth till I die

I have not known what is life, is a sigh

Maybe I will learn about it when I am dead

I will finally live life after death

By Harsha D Sachdev