Avinandan Roy

Closed Doors - Poem by Avinandan Roy

How many doors does one close
If medicine is uncounted
What is the correct dose
What makes the man last
Why does the head blast

Mark synonymously
Imaginations spred
Wildfire is correctly read

In countlessness
Lies, variability
Sickness flies, immediately

Roads might suddenly collapse
Mind, time. What doesn't relapse?

Ask my questions.

Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Drunken Driving is injurious to health

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 21, 2015

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