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THE BOG

You stink ..

Don't you!

the dirt you have sodden with

can not be cleaned.

Your greed,your vanity and 

Your lustrous eyes!

is eating up our identity day by day.

We are getting burdened

Day by day...

You hand is tinged with black,red..

We are helpless

Ostracized.

I know you are suffocated,

Ask you heart.

You are going deep  in the abyss of bog,

the bog you made.

Prepare !

 
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Sweet Wound ►

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AVISHEK GHOSH

Sun 5th Aug 2018 14:57

Thank you.

Big Sal

Sat 4th Aug 2018 16:07

Great poem, for real. ?

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