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."
The Curse
Prasenjit Paul
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/11/2020
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Poem topics: I love you, feel, happiness, happy, people, earth, ready, destroy, simple, condition, endless, gloomy, life, love, mother, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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