Behind A Door

Behind A Door

A Poem by Sumit Ganguly
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The circus of life
runs behind a door.
We sway in trapeze,
fall on a safety net,
balance the cycle of events
and drive a car in closed globe.

In real world
the show always runs in a tent,
cash counters feed all toilers,
time gallops with tune and rhythm.

If we look behind a door
circus of life turns into still photograph.
We believe in white privacy
and world honors the sentiment.
24th. Sept. 2016

© 2016 Sumit Ganguly


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Added on September 24, 2016
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Sumit Ganguly
Sumit Ganguly

Kolkata, South Asia, India



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