When I’ll kisses to my mother’s wound
Oddly, she was born in
As the quest for diversity is mortality
I feel so

The flame of the burning candle is no longer in the stream of life,
indefeasible of Exequies

I’m leaving
Away from the galaxy

Aeon of demise
After my death ,
I’m going to find my Genesis in silence

Something is written in memorandum
Earth is pervading to love

Last day of viod
I’m Passing the passenger

Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury