By Debashree Biswal
O men, you innocent beings
Your soul is not pure but full of sins
Your art of guilt has coldly vexed
His sword shall have your fire annexed.
O men, you dare not forget
Your fair sin shall one day be wrecked
It is your reason till your last breath
Wherefore you shall touch death.
O men, your wise foolishness has grimm'd
Your treachery as a thorn shall be dimm'd
Between your life I beseech you bethink
Lest you should see him on the brink.