Dejected Loneliness On Time’s Shore Poem by Subrata Ray

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Dejected loneliness on Time's shore,
A vagabond forbidden to every door,
Ever be-dewed tears without any fear,
For hopeless hope,
Assures the grandest scope.

Dejected empathy in agents’ trap,
Dark is the forest, hidden is the gap,
Murky masks with poisonous shadow,
Vain are the attempts, vain is ‘waiting for the Godot’.

Shadows of deaths in lives’ figure,
Lending intellects’ banking lasers ,
Rejected, dejected, isolated measure!