The twisted and narrow lanes,
made darker with fog so dense.
Like a snake the road winds up,
while I sip coffee from my cup.
World is different from the panes,
made darker with fog so dense.
World parted by a curtain pull,
dream of sunshine blooms in full.
Society ruled for usual gains,
made slippery with daily rains.
Like Goliath thus David rise,
revolt and rebels - hue 'n' cries.
The twisted and narrow men,
thus with utmost fear refrain.
Like a snake the revolt grows,
giving joy like a blooming rose.
Prasenjit©2022
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