Astonishment
An old flower tree
Crushed under a tornado
Sadly hums a bee
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Sheer night kills a day
Pearl drops flood many a cheek
Life appears all Greek
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Here stood the old oak
A haven for hundred birds
Well, where did it go?
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You are just a brook
No right to turn back and look
Move on straight or crook
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Still you write letters
I am away from fetters
Bees hum merrily
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Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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