POETRY
A Rectangular Small Box
Held Into My Hand
A rectangular box, Where characters are portrayed in the middle of it.
One is moving, One is fixed One is written, Some others are just pictures.
My two eyes are boxed, So is my mind, and time.
As we lost track of reality, We find the lost peace in it.
Violence, anger, self-expression, Unearthly Imaginary joy. Seeing others, beating one’s drums, Putting into the dream world, Where the reality is hidden.
What is it?
Ignoring the question- I focus on typing words on my cell-phone.
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Suntonu Bhadra is a 2020 joined writer in Medium, who loves to learn from surroundings and world wide web. He is a Business Consultant in the profession, a mentor of Sales productivity & a traveler by heart. In his newfound love- ‘Medium’, he is expressing his thoughts and is looking forward to engaging.







