IdentityA Poem by Ujjal Mandal
Beauty of mind can keep you blithe
As flowers never the fragrance aside, You matched her eyes with the pearl And would say Oh my sweet girl, You named her lips 'Sweet Rose' Without being observed so close, Her cheeks you'd say green apple I'm sure wouldn't you know for sale, After years now she's turned old Even you're not as before so bold, Her eyes never speak of pleasure None will come to take her share, The lips you praised as divine store Now it is less than a ground floor, The cheeks of her you glorified How sad finding it a bark fried! © 2023 Ujjal Mandal |
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Added on June 17, 2023 Last Updated on June 17, 2023 AuthorUjjal MandalMalda, Malda, West Bengal, IndiaAboutI am UJJAL MANDAL a scholar and writer from West Bengal, India. I studied at the University of Gour Banga in English. My work has been published worldwide in various magazines, journals, and antholog.. more..Writing
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