Rising Voices Poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Rising Voices



Falling....
Gates after gates.
Inside palace,
Your ghoulish state
So evident,
Landlord.

Poor men wait
For their turn.
Silently
Their patience burn.
King must get it in return
For long, what he has ignored.

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