Ray Subrata Ray (27.01.1959 / Nator Bengladesh)
Acceptance’s Prize by Ray Subrata
Pleasure? Oh no,
Both are foes.
Habit reacted mind,
Cruel and kind,
The two you may throw,
With an unaffected mind,
Awake and grow.
The good and the evil with same scale,
God would rise and ring liberty’s bell.
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