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Pravat Kumar Mandal

In a sudden storm many leaves fell
Arid and green leaves that are diseased.
The storm will stop, maybe a few days left
By then all will be crashed and messed.

In the disgrace of your Almighty
Are you insulted? Tears in your eyes?
The power of Almighty is crippled
For the green souls the evil strikes.

Even when fighting, youths are dying,
Alas! You have no surveillance.
Religion is now unconscious to itself
Is it needful to brag about greatness?

Walking in the dark black path of mind
Every day I'm awfully stumbling.
The dead are being taken to heaven
Hearing, but the truth I'm still searching.

(06/05/2020)