The Riddle Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty
The Riddle
Two melancholic inheritance
Colliding and coexisting together
Passionately
Crazily
Callously
We human the puppet
Simply for their game-sake
I know bluntly the reader would like to spell
These twos are quiet known life and death
With submission poet achieves the diction
No sir that not be regarded
Rather put Love and Hate in string!
Pranab k c
29/06/2018
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