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To My Ancestor Brothers and Sisters

Let the junky day pass
Much fret and tremor
The sound and fury
Shall die down
We shall return 
In our sleepy self
Sleep 
Deep sleep
And yet in deeper delve
We shall wake in time farthest
Our far ancestral fathers
and mothers
Are out on hunting
And we the eternal brothers
Hand in hand
Shall play
Shall paint the caves in mirth
When Our fathers and mothers
And the all
Are Gone to prey

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Manmath Dalei March 19, 2017 at 10:53 PM Welcome to Poerty Soup. Good entry with a nice poem. Hope u will enjoy PS very much. Keep on writing..........//:) with love...........//Manmath Bapan Sekh March 20, 2017 at 4:03 PM Thanks manmath, keep us encouraging, and keep yourself well :)

Darren White March 7, 2017 at 8:42 AM What a beautiful poems about family and ancestors and even farther back... So very well worded.... Welcome to PoetrySoup Bapan Sekh March 7, 2017 at 2:34 PM Feeling welcomed, thank you :)