Paradise In Alms Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Paradise in the alms

He has beard like a god,
Shows his palm above all heads.
An unreachable mysterious man
Dining with adversity of the race,
Thinks men and women born for him.

Men and women with all trying hands
At the abyss like swarms of flies,
Let them work for searching of support
He thinks they are easily be cheated
As they are not find peace and rest from generations.

As a holy man he walks on the planet
A brute with his gang hides all lust
For power and greed inside his sleeves.
He is not ordinary please mark him thrice
How and where you all lost in him.

Please check out yourselves as ghosts
Nothing more in your speeches admiring him.
Tyranny of a generation when men turn evils
When dogs searching their food on the streets,
Men licking their bowl of alms at homes.
So delicious, tasty and sweet.

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