A Poem
Every woe is a new poem
A new prose which fabricates the stars in the galaxy
They say about the spilling blood out from the heart
Like satin wine-drops in the pages
Behold! They hold their luck inside
Tuck their malice, which are undone
Let them breath with your inhalation
Let them live with your recitation
Every patel-less flower is a poem
They caste off their laughter in the sand
Which dehydrate them and shows the
Hallucination of heaven
Behold! They are naked and weeping for mercy
Let them cover with your hands
Let them free with your recognition
Every mate-less bird is a poem
Whose feather get ruffled by the ugly wind
They lost their voice of laughter
Sing only to remember the guillotine of fate
Behold! They’re falling from the sky with a new tone
Let them fly with your complacence
Let them have their salvation by your sad feelings.
Copyright © Shuvendu Sarkar | Year Posted 2021
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