Naught Inside
When none with me
A night beside,
Biggest naught inside.
Life in threat,
And I fight,
Fight with the fate.
A pen, a poem,
This life is a game.
Who wants to love
Retreats by seeing in me
A folk of hungry humen.
I miss, miss you much,
But I can't give up this den.
Copyright © Dibbendu Dwip | Year Posted 2019
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