THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Oh my tears! Oh my mother land! A dilemma, I am in, Whether to cry or not, I am in a queue. If I weep, I watch many others around, like me, If I don’t, I can’t conceive of the losses I’ve experienced. Oh my tears! I feel pity looking at you, What can you do about it though? For you are guided fully by my emotions. But, your suspension gives me pain, You better come out of my eyes, And hold my weary away, At least, I will be at peace for a while. Oh my mother land! I can’t even blame you, You are the imitator of God’s mind, For what you are is what he believed. You behave in the way heaven thinks, But I do tell you, to maintain the balance, So that, the one who relies on you has faith, Not alone in God, but also in you.
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