Walls, white-washed, white floor
white ceiling: shroud, corpse sits through
days, life-long, alone.
Days are long, short nights.
Lights dim help slip down the slope-
Sleep, you wake to die.
Crossing long deserts
of pages, poetry-oasis.
I reach; forever stay.
Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India. He is the editor of PPP Ezine, blog on poetry, poetics and aesthetic: pleasure: https:/poetrypoeticspleasure.wordpress.com.