Evens And Odds On A Parting Way Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Evens and odds on a parting way

A mother yelled at the void sky,
She told others not to remain spry.
Her child was gasping some airless tides,
But unable to cross such human divide.

She was passed almost all counting miles,
Her tiny legs collapsed before a while.
She hadalmost crossedthe desert
Of cities and towns, of human hearts.

Her eyes faded and her life apart,
It's the state for a ruthless act.
She lost her life for her statelessness,
An induced misery of insane Forces.

She was sick for all passing sights,
Of engaging wombs run with babies in plight.
Andgazing thirst of all pouched eyes,
Get blisters of cares to leg their shies.

Some angelic men show some mercy on the way,
But the grainless stomach leaked at bay.
When pumping stopped to rest her heart,
They buried her there she threw her mat.

From heaven, she sees these men,
Tears for all odds who help the evens.
It was not the train cut their heads,
They got a headless stamp for the stateless grade.

She advises men to stay in chains,
They will be killed for illicit brains.
The men are killers, the vector of these,
Put them in net the mosquitoes of evils.

She tellsmen tosee her father,
They built their houses and bridged their rivers.
Don'todd them homeless, a stateless peer,
Whom the nation waits to set its gear.

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