Forestall, Some are devastated by the slightest criticism

Emptiness wasn’t able to regurgitate
Some leave to escape,

The old vizard were in captivity
Until now for caning

Eventually I’ll be
Small islets serve as resting places for alone and destitute

Alongside the moonlit plains- Being Preoccupied
Last grinned off

Intended for,
Death Is Swallowed‌ up far away….

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©Ujjwal Roy