Earth. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Earth.



Shall I come back here again?
Or go to outer space.
Or to be more exact to the place
Of my dream.

Four pillars have made a house.
Three have made a obelisk.
I am still trying to make a
Home without one.

And to remain there.
Or to react to the coming and going
Of things and people.
To the great uncertainty.

Thursday, April 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
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