An Indolent - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
I know, he is
I know, he wants
to lie down
or to sleep
or to remain idle.
An indolent is
in dark and in ignorance
and lacks the goodness.
And indolent grieves
day and night, no one
can saves him from his sadness.
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