Suffocation Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Suffocation

When all doors are closed
there is no air to breathe
as the walls have not a single window.
The corpse of destiny is lying above and life beneath.
Though length of the way can be measured- long,
life is stuck in small breadth.

Thursday, August 3, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny
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