I Am Because I Think I Am Poem by Mohammad Younus

Ruffled by theCoronavirus ghost,
I was asked to retreat to my hermitage,
I couldn'tstand the loneliness of the quarantine,
I got scared and showed up myself,
On the ghost streets in broad daylight,
Like anunironed madman,
Humming the funeral, melancholic tunes,
I approached a wrinkled grey-haired woman,
And asked her scarily the shortest way,
Leading to a place where I could live for eternity,
She pulled a spooky face,
And blended back into the human crowd,
I soon found the gloomy and sad faces,
Poor, and starving, impossible to bear,
And collapsed on my way to nothingness,
I was carried to the mortuary,
They consigned me to a 2x4x6 grave,
I was reduced to dust and rotten bones,
And was gone forever to the world of nothingness,
I vanished from the human world,
And there was no longer a place for me,
In the world of moving images,
But, still I feel, I exist,
Because I think, I exist.

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