Rishik DuttaGupta

Savita tyagi, the muse,
inspire my thoughts, and bless
your words to my pen.
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Is nationalism a religion?
To praise a deity blindly,
Or, to suppress a depression silently?
Or, to remain attached like a gum for machines,
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A dropp of heaven from the sky
A sun kissed feather gliding by

A gentle breeze blown through my hair
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In my thoughts I'm lost
Like a child in mother's arm,
Lonely, safe and free.
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i love u so much
bt who u r? ?
are u d shine
of a falling shooting star?
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Memories are which that can't be bought,
The collection of a million thought.
Some are good and some are bad,
Some gives smile when we are sad.
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I know an elephant girl,
A baby one.

Her eyes like the elephant eyes,
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When Time becomes a chaotic mess,
Whose every step you calculate,
You know you are not meant for this life.
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I start working in a scorching sun, a different Sun
With a drive to earn bread
I see my dreams fade away
Down to the exhausted thread.
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When I was young
I had a guardian angel,
Protected from my drunkard father,
Skipped meals waiting for me.
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Let men sit, on the Pyre,
And Sati begins.
Let a woman say, Talaq Talaq Talaq
And a man protests
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I walk through this burnt village of Bengal,
Once an epitome of culture, ripped apart by religion.
A little girl hiding in the bush, in a hushed voice said, "They are coming".
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