The feelings were heard a miles ago
Soaked into hunger of deepon dance
The Graveyard offered none the barriers were sublimed
The death is ever consistent in the world of empty infinity.
Superimposed paradox is a sight of everyday
Morphine controls the dead bodies
Lights are dim enough to diffract,with mirror reflecting the haunting body of truth
Emotionless tears offer nothing more than mask to hide
The death of everything & everyone; Graveyard was never to be identified again.
- Abhijit Mukherjee.
