How? why? when?
With a presentable touch of
Embarrassment,
I've got a comatose idea that;
Luck, fate & fortune are just……..
Some li'll misprinted facts for mine.
I have never wanted
An answer to a reply, should be,
None other than a threatening for mine.
No nonce, no hostilities, no sulk…
No, they were not a package of……
Self-comet of my life.
But it was my fate and some
Cruel old methods of Mon dew.
I was in some incredible situations,
But how? Why? When?
I'm answerless too my friends
For a acceptable reply.
poem by Jayanta Banerjee
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