“So what is discord at one level of your being
is harmony at another level.”
(Alan Watts)
A short poem on the changing times and the duplicitous society.
Seeds of sun and a hypnic push,
Crisp cold air smothers the recluse;
Shadows of a mothy, but just dreamed Poe
Peep through hinges of a creaky trap door.
Back to the realm of grey and black
Cacophonous spells, and a cul-de-sac.
A multitude absorbed in crime and lust,
Amidst volumes of tea, and stained rust.
bhalo hoeche tanumoy…………bhalo likechis..2rr banglaa kobita gulo dekchi na?
Dhonnobaad Sauradeep!
Bangla’r jonno alada blog under construction. Shigghroi asche. 🙂
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