The Death

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Pebbles underneath my feet as I walk over them

What is there?

The line joining the land and sky in unison as I pointed my hands towards it

The salted tears run down my cheeks as if they are not for mine

But, for someone else, but who?

I looked up at the sky gazing blankly

Towards the blanket of white cloth above me

Waiting impatiently to paint something unknown Mysterious who willingly wants revival

To the creature who wakes up every moment screaming for laughter and tears

Of joy filling the heart that is present only in my visions

Sadism is what it clearly fits

To burn myself daily and feel the pain with peace Caring the uncertainty as if it doesn't exist

I wish to know what it feels like to have a comeback in such a terrible state,

As I drown myself by reaching, further away from the shore

Away from the pebbles supporting my will

To the place where there is hardly anything under my feet

Where the water level is covering my face

Leaving the floated and the bloated body pointed above

With my hands and legs spread wide open falling asleep

The long black hair away from the neck and shoulders

Leaving the body numb failing to call out for help

( By Sankalita Roy . The poem has been published in the anthology Dusk and Dawn ,Volume 4 by The Quill House Publishing in 2022)