Behind A DoorA Poem by Sumit Ganguly
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
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Added on September 24, 2016 Last Updated on September 24, 2016 AuthorSumit GangulyKolkata, South Asia, IndiaAboutDevoted to writing. Occupation-Retired. more..Writing
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