All River Sage
FULL – THROATED SONG
How sad but true that unless grief is told,
Unnoticed, hidden in the heart remains,
And unless man is vocal, open, bold,
It feeds upon its vitals, daily gains.
Such strange hold on mortals, young and old,
So says ‘Viyogi’. And this slimly fiend
Enfeebles, sucks blood and leaves behind
A shell, but still it keeps the strange hold.
So beat the drum of grief, O! loudly beat,
In forceful tones embark upon the world
And let it soaring fly along the breeze,
And tell its woes once and then repeat.
And always keep your flag of pain unfurled –
No peace ‘Viyogi’ in the silence sees.
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