Behind A Door Poem by Sumit Ganguly
Behind A Door
The circus of life
runs behind a door.
We sway in trapeze,
fall on a safety net,
balance the cycle of events
and drive a car in closed globe.
In real world
the show always runs in a tent,
cash counters feed all toilers,
time gallops with tune and rhythm.
If we look behind a door
circus of life turns into still photograph.
We believe in white privacy
and world honors the sentiment.
24th Sept.2016
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