The Withering Dismay. Poem by Subrata Ray
The Withering Dismay.
What were done, -all mistakes,
Fake mind rills the fake,
For, the vow to undertake,
Is wandering from mirage to mirage.
The vain glory of ego from youth’s profile,
The cloudy dreams on desire’s canvas,
Come and go giving phantom touch.
The biological sayings trumpet,
Caverns of fanatic and proletariat,
Wild fields and turn into desert,
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