Partha Sarkar

India

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Flutes the Time in the

Shade of the banyan tree

While goes on chaos by

Wise triumphantly. Nowadays

I become deaf to wisdom.

 

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Getting drooping once scepter

Allows the new one to be drooping.

History likes to ride

Merry-go-round to befool

The dead to repeat itself.

 

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Imperialism!

May be new word for you but

Do not get surprised dead.

A socially powerful

Is an imperialist. They know. 

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Liberty!

Here comes sweltering.

Let us move silently

Hoping there must be storm

At the end of the day’s wisdom.

 

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The endangered species!

Gets unhappy the throne.

There will be no flesh.

But there is a consolation.

Wisdom always fills the vacuum 

 

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The replica of soul.

‘I have seen nothing…’

You may not but there is…

Alone goes the light

Inextinguishable. Meet it if you can.  

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