The Quicksand Poem by Subrata Ray

The Quicksand



Granite splendid spectrum home,
Planetary satellite table-chosen Rome,
Time-winged feet, -gigantic-tomb!

Missile heralds Farmer’s cult,
Open-view love in miss-world’s art,
Beguile will transports commerce,
Heads are implanted in civilized farce.

Screwing commotion for power brand,
Granite dichotomy stands on quicksand!

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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