Crazy Poem by SANKAR SARKAR

Crazy



it seems I am destitute of my essence
so I do not feel its exigency,
I am too sleazy to assess my identity
but I am so crazy for my futile beauty.

nothing remains lasting
though everything seems living,
but it is not really at all
the outward tasted always gall

the more I think, the more I feel bitter
it begets diversity, here is no better

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Paul Latham 30 January 2008

I like what your saying. top poem.

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SANKAR SARKAR

SANKAR SARKAR

BARASAT, KOLKATA
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