THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
If not you You may attain success a while When you're into a stride to alleviate. But when it bounces, thorny it shall be, Double to you that can't be carried. If not you then, your sibs shall brook, All those plots for you cause it Upon an innocent, so committed For what is not, you made it done. Curse, you shall catch with the naked, Upon you or yours when it gets And shall be nasty like those angry storms That eat away everything that is made And take to the desolate place where you begun once.
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