Two Odes Not Married
Let not be taken, twice the plentitude merry;
Yet; little is, that worth not strove to loves worth
Fall to beating the bushy lane, amass worry-
Mess up, sullen hour and tears frozen, to path
To where, it started and passed, torments to bury!
Wonder! Not too stars of clatters heard-
In twilight-far, behind the hunger-lagged man
Into crank mine, equally to killing wizard
‘Cruel’ - sweep to their instinct- marry Life-
Marred, prejudice and patent-Love not married.
poem by Deb Panda
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