Poem03

At the verge of the world

At the verge of the world, I am standing alone

From the backside, I listen to the sea roaring loud and then faded by,

A tiny piece of ground below my legs, strong enough to hold the lazy fat body of mine,

Dark sky full of stars twinkling like fireflies in the dark jungle

I float my hands to touch the infinity of my soul and touch the blank 

I am too tired to carry the dead body on my soul 

On the journey to the verge was not alone, but the hands holding me vanished all by own

At the verge of the world, I am standing alone.

     –15/10/2021