On life

Dr Sudhansu Dash

My writings are in a wet paper

My morning starts on a floating wave

My memory in a missing time

Everything uncertain and unclear

All the depetaled flowers of yesterday

Yet I am forced to live into which I am betrayed

Following a journey for a war in life

 Being a conqueror

When I return

Life is excited for another death

Futile attempt, futile ego

But where is life?