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गुरुवार, 18 अक्तूबर 2012

ENGLISH POEM: A cold Within


A cold   Within  ;

In dark and bitter cold 
each one possessed  a stick of wood ,
or so the story's told ,

Their dying fire in need of logs ,
The first woman held hers back,
For on the faces around the fire ,
She noticed one was black ,
                   The next man looking cross the way ,
                   Saw one was not of his church ,
                   and couldn't  bring  himself to give 
                   the fire his stick of birch ,
the third one sat in tattered clothes ,
he gave his coat a hitch ,
Why his log be put to use ,
to warm the idle rich?
                   The man  just sat back

The rich man just sat -back and thought
of the wealth he had in store 
And somehow to keep what he had earned
from the lazy shiftless  poor ,
                              The black man's  face bespoke revenge 
                              As the fire  passed from sight ,
                              for all he saw in  his stick of wood 
                              was his chance to spite the white 
The last man of this forlorn group,
did not expect  -for   gain ,
giving only to those who gave ,
was how he played the game ,
                             The logs held tight in deaths still hands ,
                             was the proof of human sin,
                             They didn't die from the cold without ,
                             They died from the cold within 


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