when I see her coughing and begging
I see her old smiling face crying...
when I see tears in her eyes,
I see her old starry eyes falling...
when I see her screaming for liberty,
I see her old ecstatic physique lingering in poverty...
when she's loathed with the burden of being in her 7th generation of Shakespeare...
I feel,
what a living satire...
who earlier did glaze in stones and Sapphire...
now lives in a defecit starving attire...
This is how the life takes turns at times;
What today is flourishing,
Can go vain in line...
Bidisha Maharana
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The moon is yet to rise
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems that speaks the ups and downs of a human life and how we should adjust sometimes in some circumstances. All our life's situations have been compared to the elements of nature and at the same time there is a great des...
