You have no room of your own
by CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR
For the solitude,You said
Wherein we could seat quietly for long.
I killed my guard with utmost care.
The vibrant universe surrounding you all along
You see, I'm awfully suffocated, you said.
I covered the door, window, every hole and vacuums
Cementingbricks one after another.
Just open the door O Slave
You called me from outside
I could not hear your voice
Inside the world-out indigent room