A Naught Called Life

Narrow wide winding and straight,

We have roads too many

But no path to take us anywhere.

Hands feet and heads are on their way

But no man to be seen anywhere.

Hustle bustle talk and chatter

But no words to be heard around,

Ear-splitting deafening noise

But pin-drop silence all around.

Nothing nothing naught is there

Eyes with no vision in there,

Throbbing heart and breathing lungs

With no light and stifling air,

Living beings walking about

Alas there’s no life around.

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About Madhumita Ghosh

Studied at Jadavpur University, Calcutta, India. M.A. M.Phil Ph.D in English. Associate Professor in a degree college affiliated to Calcutta university. Love reading, writing poems and short stories. Translation is another passion Have translated English Romantic poetry to Bengali and Tagore poems to English.

2 thoughts on “A Naught Called Life

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    I particularly liked the stark contrast and counterpoint between the physical/external world;hustle,bustle,throbbing and the inner/contemplative where the writer expresses an absence.Strong stuff,and an excellent first post on this site,hopefully the first of many!

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