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A GIANT IN YOU : RHYME 83

There's a giant living in you -
Asleep in you, awake in you -
I see a giant living in you.

There's a giant living in you -
Goes with you, comes with you -
I see a giant living in you.

He has got a hideous build
Of all sins of the vicious wild,
To hear he's rude, to see weird. 

He gets to eat all savage feed
Of envy, conceit, anger and greed;
He grows in you with animal creed.

In blaze of intolerance, he boils,
Hatred and revenge, he breathes
And on prowl to create violence. 

Unkind, unsparing is he ever,
Without gains, he loves me never,
And my pains, he fetes over.

He does wish I bow to you,
He does wish I obey you,
Unjust or just, whatever are you.

He wants to dominate the whole -
Immovables, movables - all things, sole;
He wants to lord over all mortals.

Then - I'm shocked to see a giant in me,
What I do to you, when so you do to me;
To destroy you, the giant gets ready.

Now - I see a giant in every other 
And so, we do fight each other 
And are doomed to hell - all together.

- N P SAMAL 

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