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A God's Labour

Women Praying to God














For, man's mind is the dupe
Of his animal self
Hoping its lust him grisly elf
Enamored of sorrow and sin
The grey elf shudders from heavens's flame
And from things pure and glad
only by pleasure, passion and pain
His drama can endure

Written By- Vedant Buwa
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