The epithet, anxiety is just a derm
Damnation to the origin
fear if there was elision

through the night lighthouse,
boasted the salience of an old contrition

I hear a tone of voice
It is remanent it anacdotic
on the salution of demented

expand well beyond

meanwhile,`through the shadow denise
until the end
awfully awaken

A death sake of flexibility

A certain immutable pivot,
a poet visualizes the interiority
a schematic creation

Genesis of the tombstone,
On my love sord

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury 20