Street Peoples Journal
equational imbalance sometimes misguides the wheel
to its destination
many orchestric thought you got from your predecessors
to reap, to harvest and to be betrothed by dignity
go went gone to the hole black
imbalance is the mentor of every process
which demands the diactomy of synthesis
imbalance many times defuse the current flow
not to waste but to keep the flow in right turn
when movement is relevant you can't adore the negation
of leisure with dying leaves
move fast to postulate the procedure a far reach still unachieved
by singular sovereignty
alone not enough more alone makes the unit
one day all the equations will illumine the herd
of sheep only shepherd yet in charge to dictate
the ups and downs and to go hell or heaven
Flute chanter asking loud to suck
equality, liberty and humanity.....
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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