How do you breathe?
How do you put your clothes on?
How do you go on and on?
What is there to do?
Nothing and nothing.
You go on with your life
as if death isn’t in the surroundings
as if flowers aren’t being crushed
every day.
You stare at screens
and read some books.
Nothing and nothing.
It doesn’t mean anything,
decorate your life as you want.
It’s always nothing returning to nothing.
aditi premankit 