Curch Poem by Sudip Das

Curch

The blue sky
A shower of rain,
Along with a pack of assess
Makes one's heart bleeding
- Silently


No one see
Everyone tries to flee
But the events move sharply.

The fields of mature crops
Having immature graziers
With wild boar
Creates fundamentalism roar.

Free flying flag
Who wants to drag?
People have no patience
Will lost their true independence.

Turn over a new leaf
Creates the gulf;
Will make the nation's march
Towards the 'Curch'.

26/08/2024

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