A contended soul

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

A contended soul

There, could I see, a contended soul, Dejected within, owing to human foul. What type of blessing should I label Upon the bare earth, seeing him fall? Until his last breath, would he be striving, Tormented within with the hope to survive.

The exhibitors in his eyes made him bathe, And the pain, wuss and rejection to set. Look, empty he is, with no grains and roof, And his last rusted bowl is his proof, Of his unendowed life with humanity, Around, with those riches with plenty.

I could hear him vividly though mute, The wants that all desire to compute. Just see, there he lies with a longing mind, Of colorful rainbows, and feasts to find. But, with just few, left for the next, With another hope, under the pretext.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Common, all, who stare at, be merciful, Don't simply show sympathy and be wilful. Better, spare some from what remains in you, And, let him feel the rainbows, and in lieu.

Make him your part, let him mingle, To forget what he felt, toiled when single. Then shall we proclaim, the godly deed, In us, for our present deed in action in need, To pave the way, until our last breath, To be welcomed in heaven with wreath.