Decay

I am decaying

Like religion

Day by day

Ethics of the body

Turn monotonous

I forget that

Once I was a human

Body struggles for existence and

Mind evaporates

With essence

I decay

Like religion

And move away from humanity.

I decay

With the skin shrinking

As if a blanket kicked

After a sleep

Creased by a last night.

I shoulder a mat of falling hairs

Each morning

And cover the baldy cap with remains .

Even teeth reminds me of a dentist.

Besides,hand and body

Don't responds to dreams

For, eyes don't see of it

And I decay.

I Decay as if a society

Creeps on at religion

within the walls of magic

That has no role with hunger .

Day by day

Everyday

I am removed from

from the trends of consciousness

and hear the clock ticking at irregular interval .

And would stop.

Hence, I decay

Like a dying old man

Who gets dissolved in time.