If I lose my work, no one else is ruined. Ruined are only my wife, My aged mother , my old father, and my infant child. And yet , I rush to rallies, even at the cost of my own work, so that some 'special ' one may not face destruction. But I do not think , not even once ---- if I do not go, then he himself will come rushing To save my work.
One day I suddenly met my conscience. I said " What's the matter ? These days I hardly ever see you ! " Hearing me, my conscience brust into laughter. It said, " Earlier you used to keep me in the mirror, And I too would find the chance To sting you from time to time. But now ------- I'm locked away in the deep freez, solid ice ." --------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam kumar Mallick