~A Pronoun~
Happiness is the name of a surrogate mother
Feelings are me in a pronoun
Awards and prejudices change from one wall to another
Hand to hand it is always the same
Rememberance gives it a name but
sweet and sweeter it gets over years like cotton candys
Still at large a pronoun has to blame
Craving, replaying, longing and dreaming
And then the obvious nature in process
they graduate in love, master girls, doctor in simple romantics
Home boys come brave as airmen and sailors
Until bombs droppes from air raids and torpedos speeded underwater
add fuel to the fire dressing the beautiful noun into dropp dead gorgeous pronoun
When they fall perhaps they realise it was not at all necessary
To fly high for nothing near Nizhny Novgorod
Only to be ephemeral or not even a pro of pronoun
poem by Amit Ray
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