A Rumination on the Existence

S’times I think how death looks like…

Does it look like a grey Autumn morn or

A sunblazed yellow Summer afternoon…

We all are busy designing mask for it

But, aren’t we the mask?

Lifeless structure infused with power,–

Drawing energy from flow of time…

Almighty… Allah…Bhagwan…Guru…

We name the mask of our survival

But, are we not masking the truth–

We’re mask masking the mask of existence…


By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.


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