Today's poets

 

I have heard poets are highly sensitive

for any cry of any being

but today’s ones are silent

even at people’s acute afflictions

they are like Nero

while Rome was burning

his stick was running slickly on the violin.

 

@Samarbijoy.

     Respect

Who to respect

Who is a man or acting a man

Look

We learn smiling, laughing and weeping

There are many 'nots'  that shackle us every moment

And all drown us in the mire of deception

Moss covers  the soul

The darkness deepening

The sun is even reluctant to pierce through.

 

Look at that free man

A kind smile always on him--

While  in movement or stillness, sitting or sleeping ...

Naturally, my head bows down to him.

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