Musing 120 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Musing 120

No more we shall quarrel
Over to whom our sucesses belong,
Will rather dangle our gains opulent
Before the mirror of heaven gate
And will try to lure the footmen
By dazzling spree of our wealth
For concealing the real selves.
Leave the misgivings all about the
Timely shaking off the branches unpleasant
Too thorny to carry them for the departed.

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