Poem
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- Joy Chandra Sarma
I try to write a poem
I think I may well be a poet
I can write hardly poetic rhythm
I used to feel of the glory feelings .
I thought every poet was well
Said heartly
Their voice was for society
Drank love of the rack and the screw .
Now it pulls me out of the sack
Stuck me with light
My blood for goodness
So you can do now .
We love our society
Speak for the world
Pulsing dust
Take humane
Understand well human position
Open a window my mind .
In glory nothing materiastic
Has/have golden miracle
Planted on the star my sky
But I don't know
How much possible design words
With proper features
And lit golden bough .
06/09/2022
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