Friday, August 3, 2018

A PROUT fairy tale

(1053)  Alor desher parii eseche

From the realm of light came a sprite;
Her colored wings she opened wide.
After doing just good deeds, she moved on;
But, lo, she's snatched the mind's black spots.

No one hates anybody now;
No one grabs food from another's mouth.
Education, medication, and a house...
And clothing too all have found.

Among the humans, all are cousins;
There are no mutual conflicts.
Grief of one is everybody's sadness;
Let there be a smile, and everybody laughs.

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