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Bijay Kant Dubey
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Absurd Drama
If everything is absurd,
Why are we
And for what?
What are we waiting for,
Who is it to turn up?
The Theatre of Silence
Where the artistes
Rehearsing
Behind the curtain?
Why the theatre silent
Without people,
Without shows,
The gallery fallen silent?
Chandramukhi
Clutching stars
Into her hand,
Where is she going?
Where the belle
With jasmines into her hair,
Beaming with and going?
Sparkling,
Sparkling and going,
Glistening and glowing to pass out of sight.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş