Rags Poem by dr. ram sharma

Rags



RAGS
Life is in rags now,
Fearful silence and dying walls,
Shrieks of bats in the form of terrorists,
Corpses, explosions, bullets,
Moaning of persons,
Pyres of idealism and humanism,
I doubt,
In which era we are living and going

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