Subhajit Sur
Say less but be correct.
Published writing
Lost It All
Evening—the great sun sets In the west, painting the sky orange. The high heavens glow In brilliant shades of red. Vagabond birds return home, Seeking a peaceful sleep After a whole day of roaming. So do I. Tired from work, I return in search of peace. My thoughts tear me into pieces. My soul longs to sleep, But my body goes after her. Following my body, I argue with my soul: “What is the meaning…