The Scream - Poem by Hemant Shesh
he world is narrow
And a silence clings around the trees.
What the future shall be like
No one knows…………
Where shall I lay my hands with which I would like to write poetry?
How that child shall recognize her mother in pitch darkness?
We shall stand sober and decorated in a celebration of
White collared guys
Who shall suppress a scream that would blow out
from the deepest core of some one's heart
against the entirely false decorum……
and shall cross all limits of timid composer.
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