by adhip ghosh
Nobody shall trace e'en a grain of doubt,
In what I assert to say now about
Them who're in the suburbs of our concern,
As ignored as chaff in society's barn;
But in our life's eclipses they fight stout,
So that grasping them tight we can find out
The truth that Man can't help longingly yearn;
But is lost in our knowledge's black- out.
The upper ten, the aristocrats, teach
Us how to live as pebbles on a beach;
While whom we call low- bred and chhotoloke,
It's they who welcomingly take a poke
Into our crises as if they were theirs
To brave and withstand without any fears.
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- January 11, 2009 12:25 pm
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