Seed Are The Woods Now Poem by Ashraf ul Alam Shikder
Seed Are The Woods Now
Age is a tragic sprite, not exist but remain
To live forth we need to breathe away from own eyes
Hedged by the walls of time
Chronic covert dalliance
Were all the beau and pretty girls now?
Yet eager with their life and love
Alone I plunk among the locusts
And even some rats here motile
They all bite me invariably
Tuesday, April 27, 2021
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