Replica Poem by Sumit Ganguly

Replica

Rating: 5.0


Our breeze is chameleon.
When it's dry as desert
it whips at trees and all forms of life.
Roams a loveless ruler.

Some of us may have found it- repenting.
Resurrection.
New attire, smile- pleasing, rolling,
It gets world of 'Likes'.

Where do you come from breeze,
destination?
I've seen you flowing, carrying generations.
Exact replica.

Thursday, May 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: image
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tom Billsborough 19 May 2016

this is one of your best, Sumit. I liked every line of it from the image of the chamelon onwards.

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Sumit Ganguly 19 May 2016

Thank you Tom.

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