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An evocative poem by Arun, celebrating winter, for Different Truths.
The horny hunger
That your cursed self
Has fallen for
Is but an unfailing bait,
To trace the rogues of your ilk
Roaming free on earth.
You may last longer
Than the noble souls –
By ditching the decent
And relishing the rank –
Drinking life to the lees
In oblivion!
You may boast of your
Power, pride, and passion,
Thus, ridding the noble lot
Of such trash,
So their name goes
In His gold book.
But, a certain winter awaits you,
Up above,
After your apparent spring,
To honour you for
Your unpardonable sins;
To uphold the poise and trust
Of the whole cosmos.
©Arun Dash
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