No Look In The Book Poem by Subrata Ray

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Look for a look withers
The breezy winks of emotion retires,
The ruins of feeling mocks
The standstill holds the dismay.
The cry of democracy amuses in orgy's bay.
No anger to look back
No fostered hope to look forward,
Beguile consumes beguile,
Poisonous utility casts face in art.
Brain weaved traps rampant in competition,
Manipulate the tenor of the day,
And the venom of Politics, ever wicks,
The pyres of the Mankind's stay.
No look in the book,
But a look to hook in the cobweb,
To be poacher and reaper of an innocent May.