some small poems

I left the world
to live in it

stalin, I won’t clap for you
but I will pray for you too

some years ago,
we had 33 crores of devatas,
now, we have 767 crores,
I pray to all, to all,
I take a bow

stories…
garlands of
memories,
thorns, flowers,

identities dear to us;
fresh, old
we can’t throw them away,
they stick to us
as long as we stay

 

© supratik 2022
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ChairmanWow

Very nicely done micro-poems. Especially like the second and the last.

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