He has been the hungry,
the refugee,
the child labourer,
the illiterate,
the alcoholic,
the ruffian,
the wretched poor sucked into criminal world,
the underground revolutionary,
the prisoner and disbeliever.
Life piles on life
As the mirror stands
When we walk pass an old clock.
Excellent! Especially mirror as the metaphor! Thanks for sharing this thought provoking poem Dr. Sarangi. Remember, we met at H L F? Do read my poems here.
