Five poems of Prasenjit Das THE FLAME IS ON Life may not be a green leaf, the dews are tears in grief. Life for many maybe cruel, give me the guts for the duel. The good times passed by me, like a humming bird in destiny. If not in life then maybe after, let life be a pleasant chapter. No, I will never give up,...never, be an example for all, forever... THE OPTIMIST Never be drowned in sorrow, as if there is no tomorrow. Tomorrow is a day uncrowned, tomorrow is a time unbound. Many things are left to be done, the path of glory has already begun. The darkness shows the light, life is nothing, nothing but a fight. You will be a winner, sooner or later, the spirit of good will fight for better. The light of honesty burns bright, even in the darkest dark of the night. A LONELY FATHER'S CALL O lonely man! O lonely man! Where is thy rugged winter coat? Bore the ravages of eighty seasons, that still makes thee soul to float. O lonely man! O lonely man! Where is thy loveth destiny? Fough...
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