Poem-5
Left no hope to return
Conscious in every step
How long to live with life-threatening
Converting to a barren tree
Encompassed by eerie enemies
Hitting everything to numb in silence
Left no trifling space for me
To breathe in peace!
News approaching in the desk
Weeds growing over my body
Flock of birds flying, dressed with flag
Love was found dandling in the kissing bill of Myna couple
Arranging war weapons
Some are making a plan
Printed in the newspapers; fake or real?
Darling, this is me, living-dead
Is this a mere game of born-blind love?