The Slave

You have no room of your own
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
Being made

by CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

Comments (1)

I could not hear your voice Inside the world-out indigent room Being made...... a fine description of the feeling of a slave........... cementing bricks one after another. thank u dear poet. tony