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Uma Prosad Das

Tragedy

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Uma Prosad Das

Tragedy

My Sweet Heart, an Innocent and Pious Soul

My Sweet Heart, an Innocent and Pious Soul

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My sweetheart, an innocent and pious soul

Destined to perform the most pathetic roll

And is passing through the unbearable pain

Before finally, the Destiny drops down the curtain


Struggling and suffering for breath, feeling uneasiness

Vividly flashes out on her closed eyes and piteous face

When the whole body involuntarily and in between

Start shaking, making her beloved ones grieve in grim.


Though she is in the subconscious state, she could recognize

Her beloved son’s address ‘maa’; tears outburst her eyes

She could not open her eyes or respond in any other way

An evil spirit keeps surrounds her, keeps all good souls at bay


I cry for my sweet heart day and night for continuous fight

Against the undefeated Yam Raj against his endless might

But we have found in the legendary Epics many events to depict 

Yam Raj bowed down to the Honest Soul to consent to a defeat


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