There comes a time in life always,

when there is no more need for it ,anyway.

Still the burden of tired routine are carried;

formalities, with a touch of resigned exhaustion.

The days move along covered with the grime,

almost like the turgid gutter . No wonder !

People are disinterested with all this.

They have their own methods to bypass

all these small irritants sticking out

like sore thumbs in their daily routine

of eating , sleeping and copulation.

Covering their nostrils with the perfume

sprayed on their clean and crisp handkerchief;

they cross the road beside the morgue.

The decomposed cadaver lies there,

alone in the cold,with its own putrid smell.

Nobody needs it anymore.