Musing 156 Poem by shuvo chakraborty
Musing 156
No hands caring will come out
Either from the faces lucrative
Nor from the thousands grave
To pour the water for heart burnings.
Faces uneasy with the yoke of troubles
Will blunt your friendly edge anyhow
By uncanny embraces with minds deceits,
They will crave more and more rain
Than the kingfisher before the lake
For hunting their catches amid the masquerading.
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