The Slave Poem by Sukumar Choudhuri
The Slave
You have no room of your own
For the solitude,You said
Wherein we could seat quietly for long.
I killed my guard with utmost care.
The vibrant universe surrounding you all along
You see, I'm awfully suffocated, you said.
I covered the door, window, every hole and vacuums
Cementingbricks one after another.
Just open the door O Slave
You called me from outside
I could not hear your voice
Inside the world-out indigent room
Being made
You see, I'm awfully suffocated, you said.
I covered the door, window, every hole and vacuums
Cementingbricks one after another
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5/1/2024 10:50:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I could not hear your voice Inside the world-out indigent room Being made...... a fine description of the feeling of a slave........... cementing bricks one after another. thank u dear poet. tony