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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