Sleep And Death - Poem by Srijeeta Manna
The wall between my mind and soul
takes away my might as a whole.
I lay here
lifeless, motionless and still,
Yet, I breathe deep inside
sunk in the ocean of sleep.
Losing in the depth of dreams,
me immersed in me.
Fathoms of darkness and light I travel...
I travel to reach there,
to unravel the mystery
of the simple distance between sleep and death
which is getting lesser slowly.
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