Barnali Sengupta | Monday, 19 July 2021 | Print
Barnali Sengupta
The flowers have dried up
Waiting for the rain,
the night of the new moon
The path takes a turn to suicide
due to negligence of the moon.
the weed in the chest of soil prevents the growth of green
Cutting trees, killing trees
to creating the aesthetic forest!
Trust been crying in the grave
and love has gone to sleep forever,
Lover being nestled to a brothel by the pity of broker’s
Love is widowed today!
Love doesn’t get the better abode
weeping moments of grieves
human soul, lonely,
In the ammo explosion of envy
the peace of the universe being burned to ashes, silently.
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Posted 4:55 pm | Monday, 19 July 2021
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