Who Is There Poem by Prativa Dey
Who Is There
Who is there
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Secret eyes under dormant eyes
There is one animal,
That's from there
By the provision of all,
Which is more unheard of
He has no respect,
Losing to him
We are harassed in search of directions.
He is the masterpiece
There is no shape but
Nature,
Nature dances in his hands
When, like,
Ever the catastrophe
Never or storm
The planet comes to satellite
Comes into space
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