Waste Bengal Poem by Trailakya Roy

Waste Bengal



West of Bengal is now past,
Waste of Bengal is now just.
Reds were defeated, and they came.
Change in words-all are same.
Hope of masses are ready to die,
Full of promises - nothing but lie.

Sunday, September 4, 2016
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Trailakya Roy

Trailakya Roy

Jalpaiguri, West Bengal
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