Unitary building block
Of succumbed lives.
Hollow pattern deciphered
By the pricking of their thumbs.
A voice I could not answer,
Bade me change your personality
For just three rupees this week.
And now they say you will implode.
Final jet of spite
Squirted in my eye?
So even as I wait for the sparrows to return
And for the air to breathe again,
I wait in hope
For that unobtrusive beep
That tells me I'm not forgotten