Who will help me die?

I see just headlines in dailies,

Read bits in the periodicals

And ignore reading any materials.

I condole over phones, bless through

E-mails and ignore persons in person.

With kids to tutors and parents to servants,

I work in days and party at nights.

My wisdom justifies, ‘no time’.

My conscience pricks ‘no concerns’.

My guilt whips, ‘no empathy’.

Fear late engulfs, ‘who will help me die?’

01.08.2007