Weave
Weaving honesty and dedication
the sun or the moon or the poet
die to gone.
Why to flood with tears
they will come soon, after the hush
they will come to glitter
there.
You can get nothing in cry
just believe that the end of the night
the end of the grief
thy.
The songs has being sung since long
the inspiration; one should pay
garlands. Genuflect to
lend.
Copyright © Sanjay Karmakar | Year Posted 2019
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