Ray Subrata Ray

Rookie (27.01.1959 / Nator Bengladesh)

Acceptance’s Prize By Ray Subrata - Poem by Ray Subrata Ray

Sorrow? Fie,
Pleasure? Oh no,
Then what?

Both are foes.
Habit reacted mind,
Cruel and kind,

Then what?
The two you may throw,
With an unaffected mind,
Awake and grow.

Acceptance? yes,
The good and the evil with same scale,
God would rise and ring liberty’s bell.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 18, 2011

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