Reminder: An Ancestral Review Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Reminder: An ancestral review

I never pretended my state
I was an ancient father,
My heart, hands, legs and head were free
To dream in my den further.

She had put me in Her nude chamber
To see and settle with truth,
To open and expand all my senses
To reaplife grains to sooth.

She kepther pot of love for me
For open search of riches,
To life and beauty brimming
With her catching guises.

You all are my sons and daughters
Carry my shell not characters,
For all of your selfish desires
Nature closes her pleadingchambers.

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Paramananda Mahanta
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