Do you take note of humans rolling in filths
And do subsist on means of their tireless labours -
Deprived of 'elements of life' - with kiths
And swarming in morass of urban gutters?
I do, and see their beaming smiles e'er ain't
Less glorious than light of the sun and faces
Laced with impressions pastural and quaint
Less serene and genuine than heavenly graces.
So feel their soulful heart in love with things
They have as gifts of God while mind does sight
Modern desires as endless sufferings
The day denying not food and peace the night.
In paradise of life, they stately inhabit
With limitless bliss, in fief of their limit.
- N. P. SAMAL, POET, AUTHOR, ACADEMIC
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