Pranab K. Chakraborty

Gold Star - 17,402 Points (West Bengal)

Mad-Beauty - Poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty

They propagated
I am dead
I felt once
I am not alive

They decided
I am bluffer

I simply kept
myself silent
and now
when I am on the road again
they think
I am the ghost......

This way a mad began her story
to tell to the tree,
from behind
I only listened the words
and spasm of her passion

Now feel it a poem
for my own to utter
to myself
I have no enemy to defend
yet have some ego to be
an egoist as live cruelly alone!

Pranab k c

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015

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