He Is Like Me

What am I? Grubbing into my thought, Watching everything-murder, rape, poverty, Peeping through the window or watching TV, The whole is not touching me, not entering, Into me, as if I have closed my eyes, shut ears, And closed my mouth—tight lips- unmoved, Why to spoil the mind's peace; let them suffer, I am safe—my own world is untouched, let them, Yesterday-I attended a funeral ceremony, All near and dear were crying, dead silently Listening to all, none touched him, a silent listener, I shouted - he is like me - as I do he is doing, Tell me all -when you will bury me, don't let me rot I am stinking-drinking the poison of life-are you not?