Prafulla Sahu Poet Blank verse

The Thought::An Exception

A bird in the free air of the sky
A ship in the still sea
Both ply so fast and soon
That in no time they can
                        reach the moon.

A bird in the murky sky
A ship in the violently raged sea
Both turn so slowly
That a beetle  can creep
                         more swiftly.

The thought in happiness
       Plucks flowers in paradise;
The thought in sadness
       Loops in the cold hands
                of dead land .

The heaven is far, 
The dead land is far,
The thought thus goes far
To make happiness better,
The sadness, bitter.

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