ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR
Betrayal - Poem by ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR
The pink-lipped sky stoops
To kiss the silver-bodied eucalyptus,
The pale sun slowly sinks
At the darkening sight of betrayal.
What have I to say?
What have I to regret?
Oh rose you were meant
To lend fragrance to my life,
How did you get into
(Lucknow, India Dated 27th October,2015)
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