Ugly Life Poem by pramod sen

I am walking
I don’t know where I am going
Yet, I am walking
Under the orange sky
Under the asbestos roof of the world
I can’t fold my white umbrella
Since it is not working well

I have been thinking about life
It’s edges and corners
It’s bare heart
it’s nicotine tongue
it’s milk less breasts
But I want to escape from all these
From all these ugly phases of life

I can’t suffer the pain of life
Pain of being avoided
pain of being hated
pain of being nothing

How ugly is this life
I want to wash it with all my strength
I want to paint this world with my blood
I want to lit this world with the spark of my eyes
I want to defeat the world with my soul

I want to reconstruct the sky
The trees and the mountains
I want to smell the world without nose
I want to paint this world with my blood