I often feel
my existence is thinning very fast
As if I must thin, else,
the balance on earth
soon cease to exist.
But I dislike thinning.
Thick layers of acquaintances
I like the most for myself.
Caring my wishes a little
everyday my name surrenders
to new tags
to new PRONOUNS
denoting my renewed existence.
I stand across
the epitaphs
bearing my names
faded
forgotten
thinned.
© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.
Palas Kumar Ray
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