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written by: Arun Dash


The opium of violence
That your race
Has fallen for,
So horrendously,
May very soon lead you
To an impending doom.

Look, your skin has now become blue;
The saliva dripping from your parched lips
Has surplus ominous foams;
Your face, pale; your body, warm!
Seems the doom isn’t far away!

With a prayer on your lips
And hand over your heart,
If you kneel before Him,
With a pledge to espouse love
And love alone, now on,
He may forgive your sin,
Cure you of your fatal addiction,
And defer the doom awhile.

Arun Dash

Arun Dash

Arun Dash works as a Senior Technical Author for AVEVA India, based in Hyderabad. An alumnus of the prestigious Ravenshaw College in Cuttack, he keeps an active interest in literature and is an avid blogger.
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