Last Call Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
Last Call
A poet can never kill
as one's pen is powerful than a pistol.
But today one's words are burning like the sun
as one fails to respond to his brothers' (soldiers) last call.
Thursday, December 30, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: brothers,sun,today
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