Call Of The Conscience Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya
Call Of The Conscience
Entering the darkroom
I paused for a moment.
I lighted the match;
A voice, clear enough
To inflict into my ears,
Was heard fearfully!
The statue before me
Appeared in its full brightness.
It bursted into pieces;
I came out of the room
And heard the call of Humanity.
The white pigeons
Flew high above
In the brightness of the Heaven.
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4/28/2024 3:21:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem! Thank you so much for sharing!