English Poetry Conscience

Became free, by saying, I will not see you any other day,

Rub your head to any extent, I will not open the door any other day.

Eliminated the executioner, brought the pauper back from execution ground,

Committed sin or maintained a virtue, will put a thought upon any other day.

Who laments upon this tyranny, since long living with this only,

Perhaps new arrows are not in circulation, which can cause pain any other day.

Courage has lost its power, so conscience is absolutely helpless,

Laments are instigating daily, to keep the dew in mortgage any other day.

Now stars in the sky will keep on shining at other places,

It is hard to witness wandering in desert, who will get courage any other day.

There is no cause for celebration, he is still very much alive,

At present he is dying daily, fate has ordered to die any other day.

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