Their Time Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
Their Time
We are stuck to the hard surface,
We cannot move in spite of our best effort,
They peep and laugh at us,
But nobody comes to rescue.
It's their time to relish,
For they were so much oppressed by us in their adverse time,
Now they enjoy immense pleasure seeing
The civilized men of the modern country are firmly stuck to the harsh and cruel surface of the world.
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5/13/2024 9:12:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The harsh and cruel surface where the modern men are stuck really provokes thought and this is so sad to know about cruelty. This is a thought provoking and sensitive poem. We need peace and stability....10