For Those Who Fights For Life Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

A light he knows appearing every morning to brush up high darkness. A light he knows called him to wash old cloths torn but usable yet. A light he knows never pushed him to hate the animals who are of dense forest meateater and angry with uncertain objects. A light he knows always dictate a melody of love... a light he knows as universe where he finds no end... reciprocate as life and light and love... he ultimately writes a line under his skin... I am a man-child, not of other animal!