Oscar Wilde Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

Oscar Wilde



Here comes Mr. Oscar Wilde from his garden
The giant is sleeping, no more the children
Trespassers are all allowed except a ghost
Mr. Wilde from some wild in this winter's frost

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Shamik Kumar Bose

Shamik Kumar Bose

Jalpaiguri Town, West Bengal, India
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