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No Clue of Life

Life is unpredictable and at times life becomes so harsh that it feels like we are breathing the last breath.

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Am I breathing fast on my last day ?

Puffing into the lungs, too hard to say.

Unknowingly! having no clue of survival

calling this dirty race the last carnival!


Just called my life a devil by mistake!

It’s not just a machine to break and make.

Uncountable heaps of stones and rocks,

the storm is harsh on this gloomy corpse.


How can I stretch this tired hand ?

Hopes are not big, fancy or grand.

I can smell of deception in a well set plot,

I left heart behind , my soul I forgot.


- Debangee Mandal