A Crass Doll

A Crass Doll short poem

Uploaded by SUMIT NASKAR

Full of ooh! Full of pain.
There’s much from life, we can gain.
But pouring water to the drought
There’s everyone, even a team gets out,
Falling short of the crease to breathe into the jive-life-breeze.

There’s weak, there’s sick, there’s others everywhere:
Whimper to the end but a little less share-
Our pain, but our gain, among men
Of high growth! to downward tame,
We end it forever from our real kosher form
And new dead-life to be born!
With less passionate, less emotive, no pain until final end!

And that the last day is in door:
An end of all we have in deep store,
That creeps on its bumpy floor
Of the sky, with a mere whimper and lightning-
Behind the clouds heard a dead face is saying:
“When the world will end in a ray,
No bang! No sound! Not even a mouth to say-
‘Love you all, dear, love you all.’
For man is a crass doll that has fall.”

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