Monday, September 7, 2020

PoemL The Wrinkles

Poem

 

By Basnta K Lohani

My land is full of

wrinkles

Like an old man

But unlike man

Land does not die,

they say.

So it troubles me to

think

Why my deathless

land is full of

wrinkles!

I know now

Why my land is

wrinkled,

It is sucked dry

By the adjoining land

And while that land

Bloats itself on my

land

My land gets

wrinkled

And I fear It may die.

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