Theme: Suicide

Double Suicide

They stood firm on the track,
The cyclonic sound, trumpet
Of locomotive, thunder and lightning
Of wheels fell flat as they bled to death.

The lover duo bold as mountain
Perished like wasted blood;
The fury of social dissent
More ferocious than a gushing train.

Alas! Love is not bold enough
Lovers not that tough!
Yet love has the power to discard
The society that disbands love.

Society, a dome of demons,
Love ever bemoans:
People have eyes to peep,
And sleep as if life was so cheap.


More By  :  Prafulla Sahu

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