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