Musing 158 Poem by shuvo chakraborty
Musing 158
To whom shall we seek the aid
For rescuing our bones inundated?
If the livings refuse to rise in midnight
To join in our searching for lineages
Being carried away by the river swelling
Towards the sea denying our privileges.
Those who accompanied us towards the graves
And wake up the giant snake by wailing
Are found nowhere now to shade us from its ire
That blowing fire from the centre of conscience.
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