Every -moment -suffering nails deep in
The pain burns the hope
To amorphous grains.
The distance measures
The minimum for life and death.
The pain reads alphabets of past
Life history extends beyond the capture
To extinguish the flame of light.
Time waits to snatch the living image
The denial wind fights the battle.
Life converges to death
Through the tunnel of suffering.
Amongst the immovable wall of silence
Certainly it is the creators pitfall for the
Billions of living cells and the genome content.