Migration
M i g r a t i o n
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I'm in a lovely mood now
Let my friends know that
I'd stop bothering them once again
with that trash called my poems!
That said, now I wield my pen
To scribble my words as I may
I know, my prose would make them happy
That’s left in their lives—so very prosaic!
Cries hoarse and doesn’t just stop
Is it her prose? Or just a poem of protest, so very loud?
Or yet another beat in the making of a discord ?
where are those charming stuff to write about?
Tears, pain, sigh and struggle
Everything has just faded out.
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By
A. N. Nanda
Muzaffarpur
24-6-2009
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