The World In Masquerade Game
In the world
There is not barbed wire fencing of romance,
not sterility of bull story,
not indigestible speech of life
There the independence is as the multiform mind
where changing comes daily
but, as the worsen jaundiced body
There despotic reign
writes by left hand
the forehead of grave
in a little period of masquerade game
- Tuesday, July 16, 2019 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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