Hannibal Is At The Gates. Comments

The Sun seems beyond Horizon, The Moon is tired to walk the sky, The sunless state is the state of hallow, People are destined to die like evildoer

Hej, Prabir, you speak from your heart out of the reality you are facing in the land when politics may need to be judged or commented upon. Often poets are voices of wilderness and poets must continue to sing the songs of their land until a poetic heart gets satisfied to what is considered just and good.

Beyond words the Contortion, Beyond mind the Defilement, Practicing Swinish avarice and meanness, Bengal is under Troupe of peitho - Vile and mean Brock...

The Sun seems beyond Horizon, The Moon is tired to walk the sky, The sunless state is the state of hallow, People are destined to die like evildoer

Per aspera ad astra.