Should I Die this moment
It would not make a slightest difference
In the eyes of Archimedean Point
My Acquaintances will eventually or never learn the News
My immediate and distant friends will spend a thought or two
My kinsmen will be upset then have their lunch
Just like the Oak tree Outside my Balcony
Should it vanish, uprooted Overnight
I shall complain then read another play
Life and Death create reality that demands acceptance
The world will continue to live when rid off all Animals & Humanity
The End of the world is but a Romantic Phrase
A Vain Egotistical statement to accentuate illusory self-importance
Should I live
Or should I die
Just like Walking into my kitchen after getting out of bed
How strange, under morning light
Everything remained exactly where I left them last night
Even my half-drank tea sitting in my cup next to the sink
I Stop and listen
Moment, moments of Silence
Life will always be, just in different senses
