Mystery To Unfold!
First the world betrayed
Then dejected by my own heart
The game of sorrows fate played
Torn my heart and soul apart!
North mark, the eternal guide
Has always been the evidence
Of a cursed glide
A cursed and joyless life.
Says the world, God owns our luck
He has all our fate and life in command.
But thinks my mind, hones He only
His motive of doing best for us.
But poor human psyche, heart and mind
I weep and howl over what I find!
poem by Alok Mishra
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