Mood Poem by LALATENDU KABI

There is a thing called human mood
Without definite taste of food,
That goes its way, not how it should;
For stranger than fiction is that mood.

Idiots like me do in vain brood
Why God made that thing called mood;
Was He sane or was He crude,
Why he at allcreated mood.

In my mind too plays a pang;
It says -Do write in a different lang,
Keepat rest your mother tongue,
And sing a song no one sang.

Have no malice, have no dang,
just keep singing a different lang;
You won't lose a word you sang:
Every word shall boomerang.

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