The Living Dead





If the dead could speak

The graves be opened up



And the bones should rise

Many shall be greatly surprised

That they are numbered even among

The list of they down the pit

Even as numbered living dead!



If the graves could speak

And the dead are to speak

Many would indeed freak

That they are living all day

Among and with the dead

Walking down all our streets

And staying under our roofs

Many walk down the roads

Carried away with their pros

Whose everything had collapsed

Lost all that matters to life

Found helpless and hopeless

Deaf to horns and touches



Yet walking as living but dead

Those whose hearts have melt

The un-catered and the abandoned

The walking ghost in good outfit

Suited with unimaginable pros

Just walking for death to come

Wishing all end in a minute

And find out solace up there

If only graves could speak

Of they that move with last breath

All day long they keep walking



Waiting for the destiny to come

When all shall truly be over

And living be removed from dead

And eyes are closed in death!

If the dead could speak

The graves be opened up

And the bones should rise

Many shall be greatly surprised

That they are numbered even among



The list of they down the pit

Even as numbered living dead!

If the graves could speak

And the dead are to speak

If only graves could speak

Of they that move with last breath

Just walking for death to come.

Wishing all end in a minute

And find out solace up there.

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