Talent

Nov 12, 2022

1 min read

By Samyasathi Mukherjee

Let it drop

from the stage

to the red carpet drawn,

to bliss

the source of life

in the mists of dawn.

Why hide it

behind your sceptic

curtains ?

Let it drink the life

from your spirit’s fountain

So severe the system to

break it down,

and thrash it and curb it

and name it

clown.

By Samyasathi Mukherjee

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