Few Scribbles

Few Scribbles short poem

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Measure life with eyes all subtleties
And find to what length world has changed
Since our early childhood; our celestial bonhomie.
Happy days dwelt with us in continuity
We raced to all pleasure field under careful watch of parents
And credited joys in lord’s basket by boisterous clamours.
Such a light hour we had crossed
Such a heavenly moment we have lost.

Now at middle course of life’s stream
While strolling over lonely house’s spacious roof
Finding several men walking around us,
Our grown up lids for tired retiring
Brings the specter of feminine joys.
Life’s heavy hour with all obligations and spites
Saturates the free flow of mirths.

Sometimes beauties of marvel glow
Walk with us in fancy, clutching our feeble hands,
Inviting chilling fervor of amorous setting
To prove quite disappointing at our lady’s hushing dinner call.
Next day begins with another life not actual
Children of yesteryears are now men, sons of in actual

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Shuvo Chakraborty

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lecturer and advocate in university and incometax tribunal. an english poet and diehard follower of john keats
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Life changes over the panoramic metamorphosis of time:) Awesome:)


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