Poems

Roses and Follies

Roses and Follies

 

So what have you grabbed at the end of your game?

Few numbers that you goofed.

More lipsticks that you smashed.

A lot fools whom you bluffed.

So what have you sung at the end of your show?

Sick songs that you ditched.

Stripped words that you ornamented.

A dozen thunders that you wracked.

Hundred names beneath your vanity shiver loud your evil.

Thousand cries across your jest shout vehement your ugly.

Deeper wheezes down your pride lament smooth your failure.

And yet,

What roads have you trodden at the end of your night?

Poor journeys that you set.

Pitied chapters that you closed.

Ashamed humanity that you campaigned.

Writer: Manjima Sarkar

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Manjima Sarkar

An English honours student from the Loreto college, Kolkata. Has been writing content and poems for a year now. Also holds a keen interest in the field of Indian classical dance.

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