Self-Realization
Pravat Kumar Mandal
While asking justice for my protection
Strike me hard without any sympathy
No vandal regrets only apathy
And averse without culprit detection.
Humanity a creed of depression
Hungry for the primitive empathy
Humility lives in psychopathy
Humour blunders my inner projection.
I know my duty and my commitment
Being a man I walk on the green floor
Where there is no entertainment
In the browbeat and in my choking bore.
It be strange if closed me for punishment
And so I've to keep open human door.
[June15,2019]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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