Silently like the air they try to live
Whose perseverance for sustenance includes audacity towards dead’s dare ….
Lovably they hide in dawn’s catastrophic dusk
Only to tolerate the mere fake,who fakes the cares towards those they care….
Still like a tender bud,for survival,they try
To stick together to gather themselves towards a clear ether….
Ironically after all this time,their world is still like a cursed sky
Abruptly making the oblivion a mere lie that lies the lie….
About them having a future
Somewhere around the curvature….
So Now is the question,So let be the answer wise
whether they should rest the restless peace peacefully,or instead
give up and be one amongst the many, just like the walking dead