Poetry by Raj Kamal Kalita
Scarcity in the little sympathy
I don’t know what is there
I don’t see
and don’t want to see other side of wall,
Nightmare of a lover evening may be there,
Ancient sob of people may be there!
Although Wet eyes and tired faces are there,
Scarcity in the little sympathy,
Monsoon brings only tears!
At one time,there was a green smile
Now sand buries all the crop field.
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