||| I KNOW |||
I know
Hundreds will rise with hoods of hates
Hundreds will rise with bags of words
Hundreds of words will fly
Hundreds of cacophony cry
But
I know to me I'm fair
I know, you know I care
I know you stand behind fog
I know I hear there sounds gong
For you
I can smoke thousands of wasps
I can erase off all dark spots
I can slip on thousands of arrows
I can bear to all the stings of wasps!
Let there be on me thousands of whispers
Let there be on me thousands of ears
Let me be watched by thousands of eyes
Let me be run over by thousands of legs
But,
I know the wasps can't fly forever
I know all the whispers will be over
I know to me I'm fair
I know to me I'm fair!
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Hrushikesha Mohanty
29th January 2019
Bhubaneswar
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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