Down To Earth Poem by hemanta bora
Down To Earth
What's this procession
Of moments
To an unknown depth, as
No mind's sense
About the ticks coming,
But a question mark is always there
To greet -to search the answer
With the beats going on in the depth -
None is there even to guide
But only the echoes inside;
To be dismayed -to be ousted
'To be or not to be' may be the
Condition -O' that's the option.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Making one's trait spontaneous chiseled by one's confidence-within.
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