Walking on the road
Besides a graveyard
I always hide the fear
And suppresses it to disappear.

A body of thousand breaths
Now, Buried underneath
Of sand and memories
Holding many beautiful stories.

An uncertain truth
And an obvious Ruth
Behind a knowledge of sciences
Tagged with a bunch of superstitions.

The body decomposes, never rises
As a demon of unsatisfied souls
We know, the cruel demons
Only lies in living humans.

With the truth in my head
Me and my heart
Still goes up and down
Besides a heart that stopped.

© Rupadupati