We Live Carefree With Two Bond Slaves
We live carefree,
With two bond slaves,
Only Life and Death.
You know someday,
We must meet Him.
I have that Faith.
If in this life;
We stay selfish,
Are we human?
Motherland cries,
'Save me my Son, '
The Call clarion...
What for this life?
Cocooned at Home,
With tongue in cheek?
No, no my Friend,
Embrace Life, Death;
Don't get so meek!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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