Abhijit Banerjee

Biography of Abhijit Banerjee

count me not among friends..m forgettable.. m self-destructive..hence unlovable.... dig no history..a few scars still visible.. feed me words..the thirst insatiable.. i laugh, wen they say, m a riddle; unsolvable.. pour me a drink comrade..lemme forget memories unreachable.. ma glass never empty..m incorrigible..

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The poetess and her crippled husband
named Wit, mocked at workers
for they wore helmets, hands stiff,
no fancy words to their mouth did fit.

Lover of her own gray,
flummoxed by her own gray;
to aplomb did she yield. Facetious
her life of absconding reality.

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