Whose birth is it? Whose birth it? It surely not mine. This birth is a Flynniency and my mighty mortals are dying for fake and fancies it's. Getting engulfed by the noxious fastest voice, the destitute are left in the midst of a treasonous thirsty salt waves and starved to death in the palace of SENEC pledge the deep breaths of emigrants are calling the pure blind nemesis to stretch out their hands for help
Aishani Chatterjee
@Aishani · 0:40
Hi, Sankhajit. So I just listened to your spell and it's a very hard hitting poem. It has that sort of revolutionary tone as well as a tinge of existentialism. So all the illusions, the metaphors, they're really beautiful. And thank you so much much for sharing your poem with us on this platform. And I really hope that you keep sharing more such poems because I'll definitely be looking forward to them. Thanks once again
It's a beautiful poetry with all the metaphors and it also exposes the illusion of birth and the life journey. And it's about certain questions on when are we actually born? Actually, we are born when we san it's our birthday or based on the life experience, are we reborn? Does the pain create a new us? So, such questions and it's a beautiful poetry with all those questions on birth as such. Thank you
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
Sankhajit Mitrra
@SaN990340 · 0:19
Happy New Year, and thank you so much for your reply. Yeah, I'm looking forward to sharing much more on this platform, and I really hope to even, like, get to hear something more from your side also. Thank you so much