Ray Subrata Ray
A Gossip By Ray Subrata - Poem by Ray Subrata Ray
Mott-on roast, chicken kasha, and a bottle,
Interchange of age and thirst couples,
For high thoughts for country’s sake
Need they a nightly pilgrimage.
All parties cedars,
Parasite and feathers,
Climb ladder to ladder
Rats sparrow and fox,
From their roomed box,
Seem to turn a fun,
We would rule the fools,
Tigers and lions are gone.
Foolish common place,
Still yet glaze,
And their health we need,
To slaughter and feed.
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