Long Lens Of Wisdom Poem by Procyon Mukherjee
Long Lens Of Wisdom
The soil is red, pebbles mark
The course of a dead river
Moving the earth under its stresses
Of entrapment
Here the trees were dark
And barefooted creatures cared
Careless to their own
Development regressed
It could have stayed
Without care
Without needs
Until organization put its stops
The long lens of wisdom
To make a change
For good or for worse
Made a judgment
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