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Aishi Roy Choudhury Poem
From all the sorrow veiling this pith of Fire,
From all the greyness obscuring our martyr,
To all the shame Creations’ breathing satire,
Man, what do you hope, you liar?
What do you dream? What do you mean?
What do you deem? What do you seem?
What be your judgement from Supreme?
Why should you be let to breathe?
From all the Beauty you have seen,
From all the Earthliness in your sight, albeit dim,
Mercy from the Lord should hallowed be extreme,
For otherwise, you shan’t be living!
Copyright © Aishi Roy Choudhury | Year Posted 2024
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