THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Hell Hell isn't far, just in the adjacent door it awaits, The route even more seamless than that to Eden, And the gate so cordial in front of it to watch. Cushy to endure, never to stumble anytime, Even at ease you can get hold of the track. The caliber requisite to execute is nifty, To fend off what isn't craved by the Almighty, Anything that hurts Him and your neighbors. But the fright inside is terribly contrived, Not in spirit you could ever undergo And the repent after ingress, so grievous.
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