Caravan Of Commotion Poem by Soumita Sarkar

Count the pain and its cause
In this world we all are at loss
No corner left untouched by sorrow
Riveside, velvet bed or a lane narrow
What a crowd in a grey commotion
What a series in a wierd narration
After every span of soulful smile
Waits you a terrain of tears agile
A cool shade of shelter and care
In this burning palace who dare
Not a word of hope shine in enormity
You ask brotherhood and receive enmity
End your search for peace and love
Enter the home of death and its hub