THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Wise. Unwise What is there in Science? When all wise are vanished, For, it’s them, the divine one, Who could make the difference Of good and bad in human. But, the unwise cannot, For they are the devil’s workshop, Destined for destruction, Not for peace and happiness, Among the people, just innocent, Around them. Wake up all and rise, Let not your mother sleep, From all those causes, And save her to save her children, And throw them out, never to come again.
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