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The end of death

Prose poem

By Fly AlonePublished 2 months ago 1 min read
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The end of death
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One day

it suddenly happened

that people stopped dying

The dead bodies in the graves came out alive

The people lying on the cremation ground

began to appear from the particles of ash

People drowned in rivers, mountain caves, lakes, seas started waking up

Death ended!

The mouths and stomachs grew in abundance

Food was scarce

But hunger could not kill people

And then

people started eating each other's organs

At one time

there was nobody left in physical entirety

Neither alive nor dead!

People were wandering aimlessly on the path between life and death!

Note: translated from Sindhi. Written by Shabir Nizamani

fact or fictionStream of Consciousnesssocial commentary
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Fly Alone

Hello! I am a poet and writer. I write whatever comes in my mind.

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  • Andrea Corwin 2 months ago

    Oh dear, wandering on a path between life and death - creepy!

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