Wind Of Social Networking Poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty

They can't hide the skeletons kept in their cupboard any longer.
They cannot cut short their tongue of growing hunger.
The raging storm is pushing hard their closed doors.
You and I are growing stronger than ever before.
Swelling darkness behind the curtain was covered for long.
In this wind our voice catches wild fire to say it wrong.
Feared faces are looking for ways to stop the wind
Their hands are reaching your throats, be aware friend!