Poem of living corpses

Open the heart once,

The wound is scarred.

Such as bullet wounds,

Everything gets messy,

That's exactly what happened inside.

Your rejection bullet,

Jhajhara has made my heart.

Shellsom one bullet,

The book gives the flow of blood.

The heart has become chicken in endless bleeding,

Blood flow has stopped,

The whole body has become cold;

Such as after death,

The body cools down,

That's exactly what I became.

Become lifeless,

I am lifeless now,

Like a living corpse.