Chaos Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Chaos



I pour in a little
And a lot pours out
What goes in is good stuff
Fresh colorful serene
What comes out is bile
Bitter toxic and detesting!
I was beget in violence
And could not befriend peace
Worldly order makes little sense
In chaos I find bliss!

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