An Epilogue

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An Epilogue

P K Routrsay

It is high time to introspect

at each thought and each act in every aspect

as to whether the deed can wipe out their tears,

mitigate the misery to the lady and to the girl bring cheers.

The mother earth’s youth is preserved; her beauty is nurtured

her granddaughter standing for our future is well fostered.

Behind our prayer should stand this picture

Hey Lord! Give me wisdom and ways so that them I nurture.

(N.B This poem has four parts dwelling on the same picture separately posted)