When the winter departs,
Far away
In wilderness,
The simals
Blossom alluringly
With parted red-lips
In bright red bridal attire
Along the dusty road
Like the ladies of the evening.
Accost
The thirsty and hungry souls;
Comfort
The desolates and distress;
Rekindle
The hope and aspiration;
Suffuse all over
The seeds of peace and harmony -
What a life to be born and live for others.
Endure without a word
The abuse of the fiery sun and
The insult of pariah;
Veiling hardly the tormented necked body,
Moan hysterically
In the silence of night;
In wretchedness,
Prey far away from sanctum
Not to be born again of such life!
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Imphal,
22/08/2011
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