Even as a host,
I have learnt to find company in loneliness
Not minding if someone cares on the morrow
Yesterday is no more
Grave growls in anger
Seeking and thirsty for flesh.
Am not getting any younger
To me and everybody else,
Life should be fair enough.

Pardon me for my grimacing lines
For my life hangs on pendulum lines
This, thus not a sucide poem
But an outburst...