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Bleeding soul, invisible wounds
Barren tree on lush green grounds
Unseen thorns - money and fame
Bleeds the soul, what a shame !!

Manure of love, compassion...
May make bloom the barren tree
Dear companions is it only money
which can make the soul sing free ??

Music of the lilting swaying river
Turbulent swish and gush of mighty sea waves
What is the secret of the pauper's happiness ?
Can't we learn how he behaves ?

Stiff, cool North wind in pre winter city
Why can't we feel it on our face ?.. dirty ?
Golden warm sunshine on farmer's bare shoulder
This poor farmer grows our food in the village yonder

The wounds may heal if we can feel
Feel the wonders of the wise blue sky
Step with bare feet on cool dewy grass
In the concrete city we like to bleed ! Alas !

© Bishwanath Mukherjee