Poetry by Soumyadeep Chakraborty

The ceremony

Took a halt at a ceremony If I could have little long , Turning the catastrophic misrule in me Revolt I said in a song.

This product in me being Growing and fermenting There is a name I call In dark days to give a ring.

Rang back the signed treaty Of me and my soul, Halting became more useful For a start as a whole.

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