Death is here an inch away

Don’t tell us stories about other maps and countries

Here to exist with some breaths is a big deal

How can we wonder about the galaxies and all other stars?

They live far away from our thought chambers

We may daydream about the highest heavens

We may fantasize about the success of other guys

But for us those are far away and remote objects

Not too close like the death-

Which is just an inch away from our beds

Our bones, our skeletons-

Our nerves and spines-

All are compliant and death friendly

We have muscles inside our bodies

But those muscles are made

with the tissues of war and battles

Seeing havocs again and again-

cruelty has grown inside our veins

Death is here an inch away

Our day starts with shattered dreams and broken hearts

We solicit to the sky for a piece of bread

But instead, we receive bombs over our head

Sometimes our hunger send us straight to death bunker

Sometimes we ourselves are responsible

for being miserable

But this is not always the case and plausible

Most misery happens here without our control

Very often, we turn into rubbles

Death is here an inch away

-Somoy Shafi