Theme: Freedom


They are busy pulling down their own home
On their own head
For they are free.
They have been so too long
And now they feel bored of their freedom
Fathered by an impotent wretch
On a barren whore.

A malignant growth spreads apace
With an impassive face
One by one it kills all the cells
Both living and dead
When this gangrenous race
Has rotten to its very core
What will that eunuch time hold
For the survivors in store?


More By  :  Kumud Biswas

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