The Parade of Poison

Prasun Goswami

The name of independence is written in the blood of martyrs,
Yet, secretly, snakes are hidden in the chest.
Those who have joined the processions, behind masks,
With their poison, the country is still dying.
Today, there are bloodstains on the green leaves,
In every flower, I see the share of deception.

  • Author: Prasun Goswami (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2025 11:26
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  • sorenbarrett

    So many choose the winning side and hide in the shadows of greater men. A lovely write



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