Ignorant Rage Poem by Saptarshi Banerjee
Ignorant Rage
Look at me you cruel eyes, face me with your vicious sight.
Pain you bring to me no more, mortal me is ready to fight.
Struggle I will with time and you.
Picturesque memories old and new.
Into ashes will they be turned.
Boiling blood in me be churned.
Last but once left it is.
A face-off for the righteous keys.
Silent it may be but filled with rage.
Ignorance it might be on the last page.
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