The Roar Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty
The Roar
The roar of
the distant sea
bumps into
ear drum.
I am in a hurry
to punch for
attendance.
A handful of
your golden assurance
in my closed fist
burning my palm.
The roar is
too close to me.
A fly dead in my tea cup
has made off my dreams.
Last night's
horror with stain and pain
still in the body and mind
Incision of brutal sin
in the lips
of the goddess
peeps out bright still.
Should we stop the chariot here?
Or run away panic? ?
The sea is about to
engulf the shore
engulf me.
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The sea is about to engulf the shore engulf me. Yes, We would. We would engulf all your possibilities of escape from our world. Whether you stop your chariot near us or not we would try to stop you by all means. A nice poem shared sir. 10++++
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8/11/2025 2:58:31 PM # 1.0.0
Great poem shairing i Loved it 10+++++