Wings Of Separation Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Wings of separation

The whole show held and bled
The sky blue turned gloomy and red
Lesser life flexed a shallow plunge,
Hands of love withdrew for a little scorn.
They all civilians rode the sky
For ever unknown to happen.
Men are not glorified these days
For the war and self delusion.
Looks inferior monkeys,
The nature is now rewarding in strict to terms.
My friends, how are the men these days?
The force of nature now blows them away,
Little fellows run with their instinctive blades.
Cut own wings in flattering sway,
Of course zeroth the beginning
And zeroth the end,
The results of human cultivation.
Act upon only truth
As it is the only tale of generation.

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