Who`ll Hinder The Inevitable?

Poem By PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Ruthless hatchet of iron-hands
may slay many selfless, upright heads
but their martyrdom will surely
sing a joyous anthem and their progeny
will boldly dare any death-knell.

We can turn a flood-light off
and blind all neon-street towers
but who`ll blindfold the helium father?

So many pilgrims perish
in half-way willful acid-test;
so many wishes hide in the ozone sphere
but their faith has banyan leg and growing arms!

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