Manoj Neupane
I hear a howling noise
Of people — walking, hustling and
Bustling by the road, so
Transparent, they were, in a surprise.
Transparent without a mask,
Without distance and a sense.
A moment later, an ambulance
Came heading to a solitary place,
They followed it like a
Dead man’s family and relatives,
From a far distance too, the wrapped
Body was not unveiled for showing face.
No rituals, no traditions, no customs, nothing
A grave of woods lifeless like him,
Placed the corpse over, after being sanitized.
The shouts, yells and mourning reverberate in the
Silent place as if of city with a horn, honking
Petroleum helps him attain easy death.
An Easy Death
