THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Oh God! Why do you let them Live? For my end, is my innocence the reason? What vicious act did I fare? Oh god! Tell me. In my mom's arms I'd be, at this sextet, My father to recite a story and brother to play, But, I see, I'm at heaven's gate, I alone. With whom shall I play, can you render them? I catch them crying in my name, I can't resist. Your creation, now wilder, you're going blind, No more, maybe you care for us, I’m being raped. You have failed to give me strength to fight back, Helplessly I gave all I had, until I broke off. My hopeless cry brutally snubs for pleasance, I kept weeping in pain, they in their foul work. Answer me, oh God! Why do you let them live?
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