06 September, 2021

These days | Poetry | Dr (Miss) Sharad Singh

These days 
- Dr (Miss) Sharad Singh

These days 
I am living a nightmare 
A nightmare 
that never came 
to my sleep,
Breathing is not easy 
Every breath is creep

Haven't believe in life 
Not even on death  
The question of trusting 
a person 
does not arise at all,
Everything has stopped 
Against an invisible wall.

1 comment:

  1. Life and death are the transit camps on the way to a bigger destination. Beautiful poem.