The Judge

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

The Judge

The Earth is but a stage, Out of sincere concern be made Full of hope in it, until the end Of soberness in the act with beauty. Many performers to stick through, Redeemer - the judge to extend, The reviewer in himself so pure, The best to be adorned finally, Forever the immortal crown of victory And the final stage of routine thereafter. Rest be left apart for their unsought act, Under the sun forever to plague, Not of the likeness as expected, To let ruefulness grow in judgment, Of late never to win the crown again. Thus, praxis to be patterned by all For better act to perform that bring ease, In oneself through constant drills, To print scripts never to draw a blank.