Farce Poem by Nivedita Patnaik
Farce
A fatigued today peeps into the bosom of yesterday
in the endeavor to fancy a hallowed recall...
yet it seems smudged in the route of clogged-dismal...
a pensively woven memory inter- wines with the present...
a dormant-stupor fills up the discerning self...
.... a feeble-apathy...
....a meek-submission...
not any preference left
....hostile time in farce...
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