All sorts of incidents are on
At a regular spree
The day-to-day occurrences have stopped for none
Nelson Mandela hasn't remained
Confined in imprisonment
Hunger hasn't remained clustered in Ethiopia
Though stricken by grief
At the untimely deaths of soccer fans
The game of the Hilsa and prawns
Keep going on
*Hilsa-The clupea ilisha fish
(Translated from Original Assamese by Krishna Dulal Barua)
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