Faith Polygamy. By Ray Subrata Poem by Subrata Ray

Faith Polygamy. By Ray Subrata



The table, utensil and the cook,
The suits and the company book,
Go and mow with hunger’s show!

From cradle to cremation ground,
The same circus go round and round,
And that’s why, we laugh and cry!

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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