Living Or Dead

Dead beings  are dearer and sweeter  to us than are the living ones.
We pray for them and praise a plenty.
We    celebrate  the days and  years in honour of them.

We  feast on sighs
we weep , shed tears and keep on mourning sometimes  in a pretensius way.
  
We  have no time for the men alive nor
for
the aged still in bed
the sick suffering
the orphans left
the hungry,
unfed, supressed and depressed ones
we have  no time to meet and
help a needy
or utter a little soft words for the wounded soul
we   prefer swarming  around the coffin and pay rituals  before the gone.

We  are fond of deities,demigods and the  deceased ones.   We offer them  the warmth of heart while
the living  in loneliness  unseen unspoken and unheard  count their days.

To us digging   always been a preferred
choice.