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An evocative poem by Arun, celebrating winter, for Different Truths.

The horny hunger

That your cursed self

Has fallen for

Is but an unfailing bait,

To trace the rogues of your ilk

Roaming free on earth.


You may last longer

Than the noble souls –

By ditching the decent

And relishing the rank –

Drinking life to the lees

In oblivion!


You may boast of your

Power, pride, and passion,

Thus, ridding the noble lot

Of such trash,

So their name goes

In His gold book.


But, a certain winter awaits you,

Up above,

After your apparent spring,

To honour you for

Your unpardonable sins;

To uphold the poise and trust

Of the whole cosmos. 

©Arun Dash

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