PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
A flesh and blood of kingly stature
with a modest wallet turned a beggar:
begging was not his cup of tea;
' lashing will ' like a mad whip free,
hard head refused to bend so low,
before a tsunami or moderate a flow,
uttered a prayer; fervent plea;
aimless wander in wilderness lea.
stooping seems never an ' easy-going'.
lion heart cries out at the loud heigh-ho?
all gems, rich gold; all jewellery,
fie on naked lies; all pseudo rivalry.
heart may sink down; head be high;
whispered or loud, a firm solo cry.
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