Come back anyway, mum !
I’ve nothing to say
Still it up, Comatose iris
The corpse has been exposed to uninterrupted light,
Way was gone
The succinct word will be pronounced again
languid enigma wait for your appraisal,
Where the mirror of birth extinction.
How far is the path!
Where they are not in the progressive world
Time is running out patiently
My rightful moments are tarnished,
When the song of silence sounded in the emptiness.
Sound is just a timeless destiny
Where the insignia of the existence are raped
©By Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury