Had I Had Not The Faith! Poem by Subrata Ray

If were it not the pregnant trust,
What more, what more the damned worst!
If were it not the pregnant trust.

The lampoon ropes,
Seek wide-mouthed scopes,
Agent hopes wave goodbye,

The painted faces,
Of necessities races,
Alarm the survivals wrath.

Quoted sermons cart tenor,
The democracy of animal farms,
To be killed and killing, -no harms.

Brutal intellect, cause born destruction,
Abyssinian darkness paralyzes civilization.

What more! what more! the damned worst,
Had I had not the Faith, had I had not the trust!

The least means of a cloth and a bread,
Open sky and a shady shade,
Fountain water and grassy bed.