The land of dead!!

I roam around
On this land of dead,
Eyes can see the soil
But feats can never feel it.

I move around
On this land of dead,
Flesh bodies touch me and pass
But my heart can still spare a touch.

This land of dead
Offers me in my solitude
And leaves me with the satisfaction
The satisfaction of being alone alive

I breath
The air - which no one can even claim
As they can never have it.

The dead can never know the importance-
- Place of these things in life,
But I will live,
On this land of dead,
I’ll be alive
Just like my heart
I’ll be alive
On this land of dead…

- PRIYANKA.
(2001)