Soumarjyoti Bhuyan


Battle Lines. - Poem by Soumarjyoti Bhuyan

Mountains of reason humbly bow
Their zenith kissing heads in unison.
When the doctrine of persuasion, so gently
Decides its time for the show,
Of the vicious, in luscious flow.

Prey and predator dance as one,
In a side less maze of battle lines.
Punctured prides, with tearful eyes
Are the lucky ones, the first to go.
To survive past noon is no boon
When its still an orgy, for soon
Its a full blown war, and by dawn
The end is not very far.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 16, 2010



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