TODAY -
Salad days
Parthajit Borah *
No more lived noble Brutus
The days where I lived.
Disparagingly planted the lost seeds
at the intense heat of my love.
No Romans screamed over the conspiracy,
No Men eulogised one another for the
fall of arrogance and vanity.
No men found insane at the down tour of seesaw at the feet of ground,
Every turn of Merry -go -round
flames languishingly those warmth,
When I miss the worthy tokens of worthy days.
* Poem written by Parthajit Borah for Imphal Times
This poem was webcasted on September 28 2020 .
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