Dead Life - a short poem about meaningless life

He who is dead outside,

Lives in his slumber.

Whose voice is never heard,

Shouts in his silence.

He whose eyes are dry,

Cries in his laughter.

Whose "ha ha ha" are just

Cries disguised as laughter.

He who is never loved

Finds love in his rancour.

He whose life is a torture,

waits for a departure.

- unni babu