The House is Dead,
for the buried Sentiments.
The paralysed inhabitants,
seem un-fed.
With snap happiness,
The lost desires search
for the heart that lures.
To break the ice of emptiness,
cocooned by toxic judgement.
The breakage had started,
carry away the spilt emotions in a cart,
else they’ll torment.
–Poulami Chakraborty
