A corpse, I lay,
cold-casket bound,
surrounded by death
and decay all around.
Evanescing with time,
ne’er to be found,
surrounded by death
and decay all around.
Quiet and placid,
silent in my sounds,
surrounded by death
and decay all around.
Pushing up daisies,
from under the ground,
surrounded by life,
I rot in this mound,
Of dirt.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
