Doom Poem by Rik Amrit

Doom



The twine is a long thoroughfare.
Tailors use the thoroughfare to darn clothes.
The garb turns out to be the next safe haven, given we forfeit the womb.
Thoroughfare adrift.


*Translated by Rashmija Chakraborty

Thursday, March 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: realisation,truth
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