Ramakant Rath,
With tears
You talked
With death.
But why?
You are hungry
And thirsty,
You are totally
There in battlefield
For life.
You said,
Ramakant Rath
Love.
But I discovered
In your silent mood.
The truth,
I judge you
In words,
And it is wrong.
No water in ocean,
No air in sky,
And I am the last one
To say goodbye.
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