Untold Number Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

Untold Number



I am given
A number
A key
A room

Cleaned
No any signs
of others' left overs

The bed, the basic need
Walls are crystal white
Eye contact touches it
Imposing silence crawls
Mind over the eyes
What type of bed is now here
I lay down
To free from you
Before the possibilities,
Untold alternatives
In the night or the day

Monday, October 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: last supper,life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 08 October 2018

A though provoking poem indeed. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.10++++++

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