Rolling Poem by Debbrata Sarkar
Rolling
Stop! stop! rounding men
Be quite restless here or there
Lest you should fall,
Oh God's best creature.
Why you are doing so?
Have you forgot your Home?
Where the soul stay in peace though
That's the heaven and not the tomb?
It's only a playground
Where you come once or more
To play with companies.
It will be calm and desolate
When the last breathe will leave
After the days.
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