Submitted by P.N BOSE
Meditate, Hey rhythm!
Meditate upon my thirsty heart…
I made thee
In a night.
Forget not
And kill me now.
You seem violent
As am I
Your father,..!!
Come child ,
Do come upon the barren heath
And stab !
Let’s go to a darkness bright
Where
No crime there’s to touch Our earth…
Let’s meet and clash
Let’s be white
With Creation’s twists and turns..
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