Wish the voices sleep.

Those dead are far gone

And the living dies many a death.

My stomach churns

And thoughts towards utopia disgust;

Speculative spectators whiling time away,

Discussing

Watching

Pretending

Concern in the name of justice.

Consumers to anything

Where premium is in our mind;

Do we care to know our own self?

Do I know who I truly am?

Let the dead rest in peace.

*Disclaimer: My thoughts on Indian media and the way a certain topic of a dead person is being handled. I may be lucky to stay away from print and broadcast media but, the impact it has been having on human consciousness, awakened my slumbering conscience.

2020, Deeya Nambiar