>≫≫≫I Am Dead And That Is Quite Long Before Poem by Abdul Wahab
>≫≫≫I Am Dead And That Is Quite Long Before
‘’I am dead ‘’ he answers
When I ask him
Where he has been
Since I meet him last
He now sits
Along with the dead
If I wish to talk with him
I have to talk
With his dead body
If I want to meet him
I have to go
To the grave yard
He firmly believes
He is dead
Let him send
To a morgue
he can not bear any more
the foul smells
of his own dead body
So he has stopped
taking care of his own self
but what a surprise
how his dead body replies
and he says
‘’’ my consciousness tells me
To talk with you
The same again tells me
I am dead ‘’
A sense is working
against a sense
as a dead man after his death
buys fruit
from the same vendor
from the same street
and all is done
without his knowledge
after all who is sure
that your consciousness goes
along with your death
or it goes when you are dead?
can not the other way be the same
when you are alive?
you may continue
to do all the chores of daily life
but in reality
you are damn dead
here I am 'he '
and you are 'I '
and I understood long before
That I am
A dead man’s walking soul
i am sorry to say that one need to know a disease and a philosophy to understand the poem......and at the end i gave twist to personalities that......he is not he actually that is ''i '' and the person who is asking question that is ''you '' ....all these mixed up to make it a difficult poem.... though the language is very simple...thanks fr comment and i appreciate what you say......i love it....
Comments on your poem'' I Am Dead And That Is Too Quite Long Before'' Commented on 1/10/2014 12: 11: 00 PM by Syam Madappattu A question on one's self..dual perception..rendered in the simplest language..I LIKE THIS POEM..
I said already what I said, but I found out that when someone is down so far nobody can help them, because no matter what we say, they will not understand it, because they are on a slow suicide. Maybe it is better if they just go.
there is a picture, film, where it is shown that there is no change in reality to a dead man, he does every errant as usual but he does not know, all things happen without his knowledge, this may be a fantasy or a fairy tale, but what happens after death? this remained to us as a great mystery, who can tell us for sure that our consciousness or sense of awareness goes along our death? and why not the opposite one...though few understands.....that while they are alive but in reality his essence is a big Zero, he lost his consciousness, the sense of awareness......but we continue to do our daily chores.. i think half of it is clear....
how many of us are truly living.. most of us are walking around dead in constant fear... living without understanding what it is to really live!
Very philosophical Abdul but I like it; disease is difficult to deal with sometimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Recently I had read the quote in the face book, stating, people are dead at twenty five, but buried at seventy five and it was uttered by a famous person, who made me to think a lot, but your philosophy here is slightly confusing..otherwise a nice poem..