The Outcast Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

The outcast
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Upon the cool and firm sand
Lay a body forsaken and naked
Breaking forth waves sometimes
To cover and uncover it
And the people around cast
Curious eyes upon
Though quickened their feet
While coming nearer to it
Lest they might stir up the culprit
Disowned and left in the cold
The sea spared forth the soul
A little space ashore to rest upon
As the day was nearing its end
Above I saw clouds
Chasing each other
And the brilliant hue
Turning to purple to gold
And twilight giving way to night
And the outcast would soon be out of sight
Would be lost to darkness in sea's breast
I wept not
Of what use of my tears
When the tears of sea steadily engulfing it
To drift it away to eternity
Oh man you are now
Freed from this world's cruelty