Death of A Poet
A few miscreants entered
Into poet’s cottage at late night,
He was sleeping deeply
And had been flying his dreamly kite.
They dig the soil of his muddy room
And reached at his bed room
To find the manuscripts to get them fired,
Being unable to seek them
They came to bed to slay him being weird.
Hurt him by beating over his head
He woke up with a groaning sound,
Wanted to know the reason behind this attack
They shared his writing truth in the paper
About the corruption of the Govt. sanctions.
They smote him again with their weapons
‘You can’t slay a poet ever, coz
Poet’s never breath their lasts ever’,
Telling so he got fainted.
Copyright@SujataPal.
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