These albums,
Dumb pictures,
Nothing but past,
Only few moments,
...
They built a dam at past.
That was called farakka.
They never think of me, us.
We are drying day by day.
...
The little wings,
Bearing the colors,
Moving around the flower,
Charming her,
...
He was my only elder friend.
Everyday on my way to school.
I saw him and wondered.
He had the evidences of time.
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Every night before going to bed,
I pray to him, he, the almighty,
“Oh god! Do not send any more life,
Any newborn to these ugly lands”
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They are crying!
They are dying!
They are lying
On the minefield.
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Dear honey, how are you?
May be this is meaningless,
To ask a man about his condition,
Whether he is fighting to survive,
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She is an innocent beauty,
She believed her man blindly,
She does every thing for him,
Till now she believes him,
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Hold me dear,
I am afraid of these,
These bloody faces,
These dead fleshes,
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