Fine Day

[Inspired by Current Affairs]

Oh king, 

The things you want are in your palms;

The fine day song is garnering crescendo.

But, grasping is an achievment, loosing hold is an earn

Passing decree, keeping the pawns in light,

From speech to eat, from fund to revenue.

We, the people, are loyal to you as you see;

First we whine, then we cry, then we smile;

We protest, we rally, fill the wall, awake the birds

But, we never let you down…never…ever…

Oh king have you seen how your cloak getting soiled.

We argumentative soul debate on the sentence–

Of your officers; you remain silent

Rejecting thus being part

And we too become silent after a time…

Forgetting follows…

Song of fine day is garnering crescendo…


Comments welcome.


Published by Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.

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