Rage.. Nirmal bhattacharya
Booted out to live in a forest
without trees
for the rest of life
I went to God to surrender
my inherited keys.
I was turned back to searching
my own gaol
in the plains, in the hills
under the river ferociously chill.
Years left behind, years ahead
I can sense now
what has remained unread.
A dreadful lack of knowledge
just eats into all my rage.
©️ 2021
without trees
for the rest of life
I went to God to surrender
my inherited keys.
I was turned back to searching
my own gaol
in the plains, in the hills
under the river ferociously chill.
Years left behind, years ahead
I can sense now
what has remained unread.
A dreadful lack of knowledge
just eats into all my rage.
©️ 2021
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