Musing 59 Poem by shuvo chakraborty
Musing 59
souls traded for necessity
Souls pawned for self feeding,
Souls down with moon late night
Souls rising with early morning sun
Or hanging with the evening stars
Are all bricks laying for mansions either
Or for temples built with golden spires
Or at pyramids mystic under sand layer,
Reduced to dust from age to age
And new bricks are coming out from fire.
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