Helpless
I am a helpless fellow.
But I dream of a sweet day, and it will be mellow.
I have had my mysterious thoughts as a companion.
It will work between me and the world as a mediation.
I know, I will not be sympathized.
I know, I will never get back my personalty as a perpetual and recognized.
My Lord says, “ Act for right justice as a proud
through which you can make your sentence loud.”
My perceived sense from seminary will go for vulgar
If I stay vouching wrong deeds longer.
So, I need to be stronger.
Though I am a helpless,
but someday you can see a charming fondness from this helpless…
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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