Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

White Dove
An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa
The Antarctic: I stand here to Heal you
Behold! The glacier that dwell in the Antarctic,
Weary not since I shored to afford my hand
Among many; me alone to rid your sorrow
And give you the strength never I did before.
You go slender, meager in quality than ere,
The bleeding, wrenchingly you flow to show
Of your gloominess that exceed the bound.
The sense deep inside you seems bellicose,
And you robust yourself for war before time
Between you and those unwise one to strike.
Hear you, I stand here to heal you before long,
Look, the saplings in my right to medicate you
And wastes of unwise in my left to recycle.
The banner on my bag is to aware all deaf
And letters inscribed in it, your painful songs.
I got a vacuum to clear the ozone for fair rays
And the strapped one in action for your guard.
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