Politics Poem by Pijush Biswas

Politics



All powers, politics and thrones must die
Seeming as to be nocturnal flowers
With the fingers tips of common who cry
And creep as a boat who has no bowers.









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11/26/2016

Politics
Friday, November 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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Pijush Biswas

Pijush Biswas

Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India
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