We, the Survivors
We have forgotten how to truly smile —
What we do now is only laughter’s shadow.
We walk and wander, side by side,
Yet not together — not anymore.
This age of love and loveless homes,
Where “good houses” are built on poison and pride,
Each day a new disaster blooms,
Each dawn — a quiet, burning sigh.
We fear to give blood to the dying,
Yet play bloodied games without remorse.
We are students of greed’s great workshop,
Learning to live by losing our souls.
Each day we die to stay alive,
Death visits morning and at dusk.
My life — a caged boat of Lakshindar,
Floating still, yet never free.
And like me, I see them all —
Hands of fate in every hall.
Whose hand should I reach for now?
Are we even alive — somehow?
No, we do not live —
We only survive.
