The Unknown Call - Poem by Premkumar Khundrakpam
I think I see the
Where the poor blind
and deaf alone,
True! nothing but his
He cry, this aidless day.
And I fight the
answer, the brook I
I know not the names
Tho' we have to same
Everybody 'll say it.
He can't to see, the invisible light
He can't to hear, the silent note
He cry for the wirling burnt tempest
And groan from their blooded sword.
Oh! rishing high from all the ways
And I fear, none 'll breath.
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