by Rik Bhattacharja | May 23, 2025 | Poems
Empty feelings Empty streets Empty pocket Empty wallet Empty fridge Empty heart Empty stares Empty cradle Empty bottle Empty home Empty smile Empty plate Empty bed Empty nest Emptiness Empty Empt Emp Em E F I . Image credit: Feature image generated with DALL·E using a...
by Rik Bhattacharja | May 23, 2025 | Poems
When I’ll cease to be, And the worms will throw a feast On these lips that you loved so, Know that they will say Could they say anything at all: “In his last moment, He sighed your name.” Image credit: Feature image generated with DALL·E using a prompt based on this...
