Poetry - Soumyadeep Chakraborty

The God on a Ground

Few drops are saturated In eye shaped leaves, The season may dry as it fades Like they take the dry sleeves.

Inspection could be made by God On the emptied ground Where children once trod No more of homelocked get around.

Sonnet if this is what then Expression be? Let it be decided by the time A pen must strike Which compose songs of glee.

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