Carrying around our death scrolls
As we roam satisfactorily.
While on us, death trolls
Carefully inspecting our every move.
To its final days, life crawls.

Every moment passing by us
Leaving behind a shadow of past.
The future doesn’t hold any promise,
The present already outcast.

Do we lest, ponder at least?
To where’s the rush,
And where are we heading to?
Do we not, reflect albeit?

We carry our death scrolls,
Proudly so, such oblivious souls.