Dusmanta Choudhury
A Fast Moving Stage
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How much deep dark a night can be
At the day brake, darkness does flee
How much tragic may be human life
Fate can take pity covering the strife
Who knows what in next page written
A purseless could be rich in mundane
Flies a weak moth but the lion can't
Witty is in man but animal kept apart
There is an unravished plan so played
Either man or beast is accordingly led
Here is much pain & there is pleasure
A few are rich enough many are poor
How much mysterious human life is
Worry not, man,one day all will cease
Pearls and pomegranates at our hem
At times can't all cover human shame
How humorous is the play on stage
When the cotton falls a tragedy lays
From sparrow to hero all born to die
Who can say where the key does lie
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