Congregation Poem by Lopamudra Mishra

Family congregation for the ideal slot,
every one cared less for flurry blot.
Even met after a decade with their clots,
engaged themselves in nonsense chats, ego clash and venom blurt.
The original plot lost its glow,
display of class and valour brightens with blow.
Material crush clash with soft bond,
the inner wound bleeds,
with its soothing touch.
Fear for another congregation in future more.