Existence
My words,
My silence
Do not touch you anymore.
With every passing moments,
A pain slowly swallows my mind
And a question gets bigger,
Do I not exist?
As I sink in to my grave,
I do not let you die.
You breathe in my words.
My silence keeps you alive.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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