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THE HALCYON CRY

Never have I heard such a tender cry,

The one that comes once in a while,

The depth of heart, from where it’s heard;

Refuses to subside; however I try.

I just can’t but, keep it in,

As it emerges from unfathomable depth;

Conscience is, what I reckon,

Makes sense when it’s listened to.

The messages it carries; one at a time,

So easily understood; and not pooh-poohed;

Every time it pops, it kindles my heart,

And leaves an indelible mark.

Oh! when you are not listened to!

The wicked acts and disgrace;

The misunderstandings and insults;

The intolerance and wholesome sins emerge;

And, the hatred that follows just spare no one!

Like a serpent under grass, the vengence lies in wait;

And stings and ruins, the life of far too many;

So, if my conscience is not paid heed to;

I know, I cannot make a man of myself.