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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