Ill Society

Dear society

of irrational animals

friends 'n' foes.

You did not care

so I killed myself

in the heat of the moment

or in cold contempt

before your eyes

no one, not once

batted a single lid.

Obviously you approve

only this studied

stony silence

is beyond a child's mind.

I am terribly confused

and scared

of this frightening indifference

bordering on the absurd.

A faint suspicion

that you too

not keeping well

enlarges itself

by the seconds

now I am sure

we are all dead.

Besides constipation

of thought 'n' action

follies glitter

on the ancestral tree

free for all

no holds barred

commercial helpings

insatiable greed

confound the case

with indigestion.

To a simple soul

this collective

congenital death-wish

is the original sin

and rising of dead self

like a phoenix

the divine miracle.