Wrath of Music

SUMANA SAHA

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Tragedy struck the sunken leaf,
Complex far, a tasty grief,
Never more the bird did sing,
Harbinger of silver ring.

Melody means the hearty theme,
The broken rung of salty grim,
The tea leaves now are way too dark,
What we need is just a spark.

Sailing on the healing wounds,
Dusty wetly path,
Savour all the rhyming tune,
Music has its wrath.

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A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss

SUMANA SAHA

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The transfer order has come
Another gloomy day, ends with rum
Tequila , scotch , vodka , wine,
This farewell party, nothing seems fine.

To some it reads the lucky charm
Prudent timing did no harm.
Another scope to scale the peak
A glimpse of hope for the weak.

But let not stain the test of time
He will leave tomorrow , back he wont come.
New city, new dream
Awaits him , awaits him.

But memories past, wicked lust,
Ray of love , cigarette dust?
Is all that he left behind?
No soul to cheer
Nobody to hear
His bosoms cry.

The money-flukes crave
For the weakest , weakest brave!
The labyrinth of this verse:
Is it solitude or a curse?
And all his pain of loss…
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A rolling stone
gathers no moss.

There is more to it than meets the eye.

SUMANA SAHA

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The suspended officer is back again
Mere dance of pen and paper,
Look through the glass and he finds the chair
His powerful chair, his forever.

Or for just a few years more
Before his wet socks get sore,
Before his tie gets too rough
His guilty sinew, weaker than tough.

Gullible to mind, credulous to soul,
His heart was dead long, no humour left to troll,
He lives a necro-monger
Poor mortals shouts
Bribe, harassment, ambrosia
The toughest odd-one-out.

Yet lied a story behind the scene,
The transition of crime, from out or within.
Did he see his old mom killed?
Poverty, fame, poverty, shame,
Life he knew needs him, life is THE game.

The stars can hide in the clearest sky
There is more to it than meets the eye.

We’ve changed.

SUMANA SAHA

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What happened to us?
Who can we trust?
We are not the same
It’s such a tired game
We all lie
We all cry
Why do we even try?
This life is too short
To live with hate
We can’t go back
It’s just too late.
I’ve tried to save you
But there’s nothing left for me to do
You’re always saying that it’s not you
But I know deep down that
That’s a lie
So there’s no reason left to try
So here we go
Time to say no
To walk away with nothing left to say
No more lies
Only goodbyes.