Poetry Deconstructed. Poem by Subrata Ray
Poetry Deconstructed.
Your face madam breath autumnal gesture,
So many dead springs moan,
Winter twitter in the back,
Monsoon swells the hungry deserts.
History, geography, and chemistry ,
The furrowed land eats the annals,
The parental beds yawn from graves,
The gay-go invites the knaves.
The strung Time hangs its net,
The ghostly swine sowed shadow,
Trample rippled blacksmith’s hammer
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