TS (05 April 1985 / Tezpur)


The Life is not so merry as we write
To what we write if with a greed
The heart can not sing a melody
To what we sing is without a belief

The eyes always seek affection and care
The World gives hatred, WHY?
No one can dance with this
to utmost energy and blaze

Millions have gone dead
Millions have frowned
Who cares? , but a few
who Hughed me and you

I praise them who did this
who kill the hatred within
They will raise again from the deads
and dance to the mob once again

Do once again............

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Rudyard Kipling


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