The Moribund Rebel Poem by Dr Nihar Ranjan Ray
The Moribund Rebel
I know
I don't know..
Who am I..
I know I am a weak morbid man
So I can't fly
Like the parrot or the hawk
I can't flow like the stream..
I know I don't have that liquidity
I can't express what I feel
I don’t have that nudity
Of my heart that is dry and arid
I know I am a man morbid
You can see the moribund rebel
Fighting for his last breath inside me
With dying emotions and drying passions
As an effect of the poisons tree.
Now a days I wait the rescue team
To come and help...
Now a days I am dying in myself.
Dr Nihar Ranjan Ray
are you confused? fighting for his last breath nay, do not be ask the lord for his guidance cause he says ask and you shall receive lovely poem -10 anjali
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4/19/2024 2:11:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a stream line of thoughts...... a good write..............