Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

White Dove
An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa
The Poetry of Men
The poetry of men isn’t syrupy any longer
When the esurient world holds its intent
To drive men's mind wild, sentient mentation
Of desolate humility upon humanity to hymn.
The stinginess held moldered their scruples,
No fraternity rest, no fess to see, they got wild.
The race turned stiff for anyone to gasconade
Rich men climb and poor are left to scramble.
The poetry of men ne'er is boosting to modify
Like the candle, the wax being kept depleting,
True hell rests in the heart, the love to freeze.
Everyone appears like Adam's unruly wife;
The character fully self-absorbed and rigid
Like an owl that sings the strain of bad omen.
The ancient Welsh yet to come again to reign
With their owl, so boon, to mend poetry soon.
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