The Wanton Circus Poem by Subrata Ray

The Wanton Circus



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Opens the vast play ground,
Go and go merry go-rounds,
The mischief hounds hound.

The old children with new ones,
Revolve round the oldest sun,
The fire ignites the arranged hearths.

The ghosts of the forefathers hang mantles,
Some heads sprout, some on pyre-bed,
The wanton circus continues its tread.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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