THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Immortal Soul Salute to those on the battlefield, For you strive not for yourself, In anger or with self-motives, Simply, purely to protect your kind. Here I proclaim, a holy man, I call you, Destined by god to protect humanity. Your judgments, as pure as morning dew, Never to care for self but for other, With sleepless night and bowl empty, Hunting for those, the unkind ones, Who, just for their self-motives take The lives of innocent ones, with no grounds. Those arsonists, upon their death, Not even eagles shall accept, ‘Cause it takes the flesh, pure in blood. Merely, you be taken directly to God's home, For your God-like motto, to redeem, With grand welcome, filled with amusements. Your soul isn't mortal like theirs,
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