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Rajarshi das

Tragedy Fantasy Inspirational

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Rajarshi das

Tragedy Fantasy Inspirational

The Lady With A Harp

The Lady With A Harp

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The alluring moonlight

Led me to the woods,

There I see a mysterious fog

In the fog bathed in the moonlight

Sat a beautiful lady playing the harp,

On a big hollow wooden log.


The monotonous sound of the harp

Inscribed a pain in my heart, 

I could not but stop and listen with surprise;

She sang the song of pain and destruction

Of the world, from the ruins of which 

Life, like a phoenix, shall again rise.


As she sang I sat there

Listening to her ballad,

With her peerless beauty 

And her matchless voice,

She slowly showed me

The beauty of life will be destroyed.


As I heard her song, I slowly started 

Despising my own kind but she, 

Like a mother caressed me

And said," Please have faith, I will save you",

With her affectionate and dragging hymn

That seems to decay with the sands of time.


When I looked closely

She was protecting

Millions of people in her lap

Which like leeches sucked away her life,

Then came a breeze, blew away the scene

I wake up from my noon nap.


I understood the lady was the mother

That we fed upon

Is still protecting us, 

while healing herself from 

The terrible pain we imparted

In the name of enjoyment for us.


Let us face these terrible times

And help our mother heal

For we exist because of her.

Let's put a tough front

And fight together with zeal

For once for this selfless mother.


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