Treasure Island

Monoj Panday

(10/12/1978 / Bandormari, p.o- Nohat, Sivasagar (Assam, India))

Monoj died


One day monoj died
I ask myself
Who, who monoj
What is monoj
I know not
Please tell us about
monoj is not a great poet
Like Shakspeare, Robert Frost
Or Rabindranath Tagore
He was not a good writer
Changes in our society
Or our country
He is a singer
No, not the singer
Music is his not passion
But...
They do not know
monoj who
Some wrote monoj
It was a dream
That's broken
monoj other
monoj
monoj only, monoj
This is who we choose
Then
I tried to cry
Some of the sound emitted
Oh, oh sorry
Why
Why
He died

Submitted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 02, 2012

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