Shailkupa Poem by Md Abdul Alim (alim)
Shailkupa
In Shailkupa's sunlit days,
Violence strikes in ruthless ways.
Helpless souls receive their aid,
On the streets, their hopes are made.
Fights erupt with sudden force,
Lives are lost without remorse.
Politics the core of rage,
Shifting sides on fervent stage.
Festive turns when parties shift,
Before the vote, respect is swift.
Promises fall after ends,
Truth in politics pretends.
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Shailkupa