Sarvōcca kavi am

[Nikunj Bansal]

here we are,
silent sheep,

toiling away,

fear$boredom.

racing on the chair,

speaking heartbeats,

tired and sleepy,

we live on.

we died aeons ago,

aliens keep us alive,

buried in our soul,

is our requiem.

we solve the unknown,

we fear our own,

proximity scares,
so does detachment.

life is about temporary permanence,

death is permanent, who knows?

when universe evolves every second,

are we not evolving too in our chair?