PoemsA Poem by Sumit GangulyAll poems have wings May be each one sings As a cascade or a weeping willow Some Phoenix types always glow. Imageries are their costumes Full of coloured plumes Where do they fly? Only in the bright sky Of a few Posterity may be in a queue For rebirth Of the Bard of earth. Most nominal birds get lost In rain, heat or frost. Oh the Muse of Life My strife Is to flow Like you, today- tomorrow.
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Added on January 12, 2016 Last Updated on January 12, 2016 AuthorSumit GangulyKolkata, South Asia, IndiaAboutDevoted to writing. Occupation-Retired. more..Writing
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