To A Poet, Nikhil Ranjan Sen .
Poetry with you is thought Bloomed Images,
From your Vase, peep thousands faces,
The tormented monologues of the wretched voice,
The invisible masquerades are visible,
The Ceremony of plundering totalatarients is traced,
The slippy, fakey, masky, glitter of Politics,
Get missiled by your democratic Pen,
Your poems are personalised proletariat,
In thousand Posts they are Posted,
As alert Soldiers to guard and protect Humanland,
Your pricking of Conscience, for the wellness of all,
Is reaped in vistas of your poetic fields.
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