Comments about Subhra Roy
Shreds Of Nothingness
No place to hide, no pace to glide,
No stone to turn, no oil to burn,
No man to blame, no fire to flame,
No Thunder to steal, no wounds to heal,
No Phoenix to rise, no Sibyl so wise!
Call it nada or nil, it’s moving to stand still.
Thick with smoke and thin with emptiness,
Dispersed dreams are shreds of nothingness.