by Sonnet Mondal
The merry-go-round of life has started
And you don’t even give it an eye!
For they must be dreaming now
Speciously to share the future
With the blatant ways of the terrain
We wait for surprises from you but
You must be able to take in surprises
They come as bunches, sometimes as flowers
Let both hands be full of verve, one with pen
Other with sword.
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hey this is a cheerful poem! Except for the pen and the sword..they don't seem to fit in the poem..I loved it
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