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Conscience
When my mind becomes battlefield
Thoughts get engaged in war.
When I bleed but do not know,
Which way I should go!
I push aside Dhitarastra’s blind eyes.
This war is inevitable and some should die,
Conscience Krishna speaks.
There is call for Arjuna to pick up his bow.
Do not let your weaknesses to grow.
How close some remained,
Move on and ignore the pain.
Listen to what inner voice seeks.
poem
by
Kingshuk Chakraborty
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