The Curse Poem by Prasenjit Paul
The Curse
The mother earth says to me,
"I want to give you endless happiness;
But there is one simple condition -
You have to love and serve the distressed people."
And, I reply to her, "Oh mother! you don't know -
I feel happy when I destroy one's life."
Hearing my words, the gloomy mother curses -
"Then, get ready to be tormented in the hell of life."
Wednesday, June 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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