The Height - Poem by Amitava Sur
The holy man when found that
Nothing was in his favor,
He quietly decided to carry his own cross...
The ruler thought he had avenged
And the followers gave him a God's fame
But the holy man was smiling within himself
Seeing the madness and stupidity, all at a time!
Before closing his eyes he just wished
"Forgive them, they not know what they do"
A height of kindness and wisdom on earth! !
Amitava(12.1.2016) 1-45 am
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