Just 8 Poem by Indranil Bit

Just 8

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Dauntless stand on priceless land,
Sweep-away clad of tomorrow.

Restlessness to endeavor what-so,
Caressed peace in protective fists.

Fraudulent chime on nailed crime,
Gritted-away clinches of furrow.

Swinging curls on hair-flown wind,
Reluctant eyes to leave free fire-flies.

Pest-mate to drive-away solitude,
Rose-thorns n bitter vines in sentry.

When eve sun slit through the sky,
A portray of my Charlotte is read.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,play
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
At evening time, when the red sun is preparing to hide away for the day, I plan to read out what Charlotte, a little girl do all alone in the small courtyard garden. She plays soil, digging furrows with nails, catching fire-flies. Her dress and hair soiled.
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