Jujutshu Kumar Deb


The Wind - Poem by Jujutshu Kumar Deb

Let me weave the carpet of fury,
With angry sighs and rumbling sobs.
With thoughts firing thunder claps,
And a soul...
Dragging painfully like a wounded snake
Across the endless plains of sorrow,
Struggling, suffering, groaning and moaning
Nobody hears,
The sound of wind drowns all the noise.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012



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