Run Poem by Smrutiranjan Parida
Run
What is this run?
That has no life, no fun
For days and days to go
And some days come to moan
What is this run?
From so early began
When the crowd howls aloud
And booms the sound of gun
What is this run?
Everybody feels alone
Darkness pervades deeper and deeper
That the light the already blown
Why and how to moan?
And how to say forlorn?
Why to live with crowd?
And why to die alone?
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