Humanity is a divine face
Sure to be certainty in benevolence
Unless dies a True man's disappearance
While war and quarrel race;
We the humans are not puny
We are the sun's children,
Who have woe and joy
Or together with we burn
Nevertheless-
Our heart is one who craves
As it pretty wears, petty unwore
In some demands
In some gains.
We are humans:
As if diurnal flowers
Who checketh his wear
As if nocturnal scent
Who spreadeth his bossom to sea,
Then where not to appear
Or, say it{Humanity} 'Bye'?
One who dies in e'press
Is one who has dress
Or, one who dies in hid
Is one who is hideous, -
So should we have less inhumanity
And humanity much
For, woe and joy together
Burn us to make us our
Father, Sun.
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS
10/14/2016
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