English Poem by Dipanjan Bhattacharjee : 111428066

One fine eve I asked my soul,
Why does grudge play foul?
Why have humans called a day,
For grudge to play its role.

Grudge says rhythmic words of hate,
It does speaks of terrible fate.
Why still mortal souls do greet,
And makes it smell so great.

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