Life after death

I cannot be part of this world
which lacks originality and sincerity.
I cannot be part of this world
where words are twisted and often convoluted.

This country-which is my birthplace
is suffering from a disease
A disease which has affected most of the people
A disease which demonstrates advancement
not in our thoughts or nor in our deeds
But only in words.

I--standing alone here and
absorbing the northern wind...
It seems this life is a burden.
I-standing alone here and
absorbing the northern wind...
only waiting to be free.

Lucknow, India