The Curse
The mother earth says to me,
"I want to give you endless happiness;
But there is one simple condition –
You have to love and serve the distressed people."
And, I reply to her, "Oh mother! you don't know –
I feel happy when I destroy one's life."
Hearing my words, the gloomy mother curses –
"Then, get ready to be tormented in the hell of life."
Prasenjit Paul
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