Routine Poem by Sutapa Chaudhuri

Routine



A long day ends
incessant drudgery
lights up the dusty crevices
night descends
like a pall
lonely, silent.

A deathly embrace
grips the naked soul,
a shaft of pain courses swift
piercing to the core
dusky empty spaces
again.

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Sutapa Chaudhuri

Sutapa Chaudhuri

Kolkata, India
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