Oh !
Lest the soul succumb ,
Be weary led,
To treacherous path
of Mephistophilian Mind :
These mighty dwarfing walls,
of all engulfing vortex ;
The sliding , winding , ever-narrowing vision
To the centre
of this wall of extinction ;
Lest that be the fate
Of this,
Someday soaring Soul of high heavens ;
To be steeped low
With this gutter's stench,
To be drenched
In murky , filthy waters
Of rotten thoughts ,
Of infernal Schemes ,
Of vulturous appetite ,
Of devilish mirth :
Oh !
Be this not,
This self's
Beginning of the End
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Shivaji Park / 18 April , 1960
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