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Tide

The ebb and flow of the tide 
Witnesses a steamer's ride,
Along the not-so-dull ripples
Even though it rarely crumbles
But does it mean to thee
The meaning of glee?
No, the waves that we see
Are a gateway to flee
From the harsh, stony words 
Of the Dictators, the cowards.
The master of the act of suppression
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Is the pathway towards malice,
The chamber of the orifice.
Taking a false sense of pride
At the citizen's hardworking stride
And returning gratitude through treachery,
Punishment for blasphemy.
The world is a weird place
Where everyone has more than a face,
But has the common man found the space 
To let his talent showcase?
It hasn't yet, but can we 
Let our earth breathe the way as free?
We can allow free speech
But by not letting our integrity breach.
Self-destruction is not cool,
Ruining one's own culture makes one a fool.
To learn them one needs to go to school
And admire wisdom as a tool !
Friends, we aren't doomed yet-
But there is a fear that we fail to get -
That the culture might become full of hate,
And we would feel nothing but upset.
Anyways it's all resting in fate,
But we can do our part to not inflate
Else it would be too late,
And our world would be in a dire state.
Goodnight, mate !

-by Sakshar Das 
13th September, 2024

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