As if all’re living in glee


“As if all’re living in glee”
-by Mohan Mitra

They beat the drum out of doors
As if all’re living in glee,
But, whispers rustle indoors….

If lend an ear, baleful cry you can hear,
And sigh of destitute - the helpless there.

Comes the semblance of happy living
Nothing but mockery pitiless ever.

Alike trees with tolerance high
They only live to bleed,
Give away the whole lot and silently weep.
Hide the pain of mind by heart inside,
Never raise up their sense but agony in deep. .

While sleepless night they spend
In the hope of new Sun,
Springs up young shoot in a new paragon.

And wait to bleed from the heart again,
The longed happiness, if at all there,
It brings then.

They beat the drum out of doors
As if all’re living in glee
But, whispers continue to rustle indoors…...

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