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From now on should I play,yea, in straight bat,
No break away from this, I must see that,
'cause I'm nearing the target of Fifty
Points for which I must be careful, thrifty.
If I hit and miss ,the Keeper won't spare
To stump me out e'en for a breadth of hair.
Hence my mind,concentration and my bat
Must be in a together-tie so that
Two single runs can take me to Fifty,
Which for long this composer of Seventy
Been longing for his endeared sailorbits,
That has pledged to offer its members treats
...When alone and I'm mine,only mine,
Yes,I hear a voice calling me for long-
Who is it?But the face is veiled in dark-
Any He or She or Thou I can't mark.
Always the call takes me away from me,
My world,my being-all,all bonds torn free.
The call is deep to shake me fierce in depth;
So wistful,I hear it with upheld breath.
Whoe'er's voice,the accent is soft and low-
There's a music none ever heard below.
I quake,I wake,I run,but which way,Dear,-
Believe me,I'm least seized with any fear.
It's a s
...Ingratitude.thou art the amnesia
Of man's conscience!burrowing serpentine
Into his goodness that thou feedst on fine;
Spoil it to shreds like dreams of Arabia,
Till man is dim-faced into hysteria.
What pleasure derivst thou,what joys art thine?
What Satan works in thee,Devil in shine?
Goodness asks thee to answer,Lucretia!
But thou,methinks,aren't born to ruin my heart,
Art thou,Ingratitude?'tis time to say-
For fallen though I am,yet trust in thee
That thou shalt one day show thy native clay
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adhip ghosh (82)
