Poet Sunanda Mandal's one poem

 Lifeless

     


I'm hungry 

You are hungry 

The world too. 


The whole family in the game of Maran 

In response to the pain. 


His greedy vision 

The tip of the sharpened fruit. 

Even the mournful bullet wounds, Blooming roses.


But with the claim of love 

No one has the courage to move forward. 

Everyone in the hungry,

World is tired, lifeless.

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