Poets
we always busy
to weave another sky
you can fly freely
we never expect
your garland
the dollars heavy
on your gravity
your clumsy thoughts
burdened with rat-race
senseless fight
to exhibit you great
we always busy
to spread your lampshade
into infinity
never we die
with any failure
or live we to die
with every success
our words put every brush
to ornament that sky
where you can fly
freely
Pranab k c
15/08/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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