We run around hither and thither,
Unaware and unabashed.
We walk around the corners,
Not knowing what’s waiting for us there.
The darkness is somehow eerie.
The mornings dreadful to our very existence.
Why do we fear? When we don’t have anything to lose?
After all, who’s gonna leave this world with what they choose?
There’s nothing to dread, dear child except fearing Oblivion.
© the black curse
Picture courtesy ~ Debasmita Chakrabarty