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Comments about Monidipa Basu
Silence, I have heard your protests,
the clamors against the walls of incumbent cells
believing in your presence even in the busiest
streets when night falls asleep with the church bells...
Silence I have seen you creep through
the darkest and blindest alleys,
knocking the haunted house in ghostly attire,
peeping out of the mind's unknown ways...
Silence, I have observed thousands take
refuge in your bare laps and refuse to speak words,
during their intimate sufferings stretch hands towards you,
as a bosom friend, as a mighty lord.