Given the senses
to see, smell, hear
taste and feel
One grows up
Embryo once;
learns to crawl
and to fall

Traits gets boned
Along with the flesh,
To cringe the eyes;
Seal the real
Terrain of the paranoid
Ears deafened to
Overlook and avoid

Odour goes foul;
In robes of pleasing egos
Ignoring the emanations
Of humanity
Touch becomes
a hidden desire
to suffice depraved mind

Tongue perils
Crucifies the verity
Curbing the fossils
Continual Obituary
Laughing at the epitaph
Of Morals
Construing them as a folly

Survival-of –the- cunning
At that one moment
Is thumb rule for all
Mimic the winner
Walk the flock
Of blind sheep
Goal the delusion

Lesson the other
On the lower ladder
With Piece of
Self-praised “wisdom”
Accumulated in the blood
Now as impurity

Death then knocks
As a cleanser of cloaks
Unlocks the soul
From the bondage
Of falsehood
At Aghast,
Final Pulse understood
Growth was a trap
© Juhi Gupte