The Power
The power
Nature deposits of its history ,
which is full of mystry
Angelus perfect cure for melancholy ,
For living on this earth solitary .
Lying die in the corner at night with the day to fly,
with the Sun-rise it soar high
Shiny self enter into dreamy sleep ,
no liberty but lonliness keep.
Till the day light focuss n the Master looks
Roaming the soverign sky,
it fly with hooks
Everytime it cross the river;
Mountains keep silent
And it snatch prey with talons powerful upon the woods glow,
like volcano erupted a landcape through
'Coz it has the power to kill rather thanthe power to die!!
Copyright © Susmita Bishnumajumder | Year Posted 2022
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