Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

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White DoveAn Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar BiswaBut, the soul I possess is mine to control.Whatsoever the shape, the shape I design,My faith as pongo to curb the designer in meAnd my volition to restrain from the shape.The mastery to overrule the subdued whimFor the snare so fragile to bear its intensityBack again who I am for a finer base to head.62
White DoveAn Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar BiswaA Lady like a PillarOn that point stands a lady like a pillar,Her heart swelled beneath her chest,Face in her chest near to explode hard.My heart throbs and my eyes at her eyesFilled with tears to snap and run over.Count, I shiver, my legs are shaking,No appeal to my speech can you chance.I cannot last, seeing these two little budsOn her arms, too skinny they seem, Can you?They're wetted now, perhaps moreBy the shower, in pain to chill and killLike the giant Ganga that never gives up.You seem mute, never to get forrard,Look you all, to the left who yells,In his innocence asks where his dad failed,Look you all, to the right who calls,She too asks whether her dad loves her.How dare you all stay silent at this hour?I call you, how dare you close your hand hard?63
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