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Mohini Chatterjee
| I asked if I should pray, | | But the Brahmin said, | | ‘Pray for nothing, say | | Every night in bed, | | “I have been a
king, | | I have been a slave, | | Nor is there anything, | | Fool, rascal, knave, | | That I have not been, | | And yet upon
my breast | | A myriad heads have lain.” | | | | | | That he might set at rest | | A boy’s turbulent days | | Mohini Chatterjee | | Spoke these, or words like these. | | I add in commentary, | | ‘Old lovers yet may have | | All that time denied— | | Grave is heaped on grave | | That they be satisfied— | | Over the blackened earth | | The old troops parade, | | Birth is heaped on birth | | That such cannonade | | May thunder time away, | | Birth-hour and death-hour meet, | | Or, as great sages say, | | Men dance on deathless feet.’ | | 1928 |
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