Sudip Mukherjee

Yes, I have missed the teacher's lecture.
I have missed the train which leads us to the success.
And I don't know how to survive in this strange land.
I lose my way to home;
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We are speeding recklessly in the dead of night,
heading towards the untouched woods,
annihilating the pain and sorrow, throwing
dirt to the Great erection of the dictator.
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muzzle-load, shoot, bleed, die.
I rejoice every moment of it.
As I conquer again and again.
I take pride killing Gandhi, Lennon, Kennedy.
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Is it my vision getting blurred or is it this place so dark and creepy?
I am losing consciousness in every split of second, feeling nauseous.
I cannot control my teeth chatterings and my blood clotting out of cold.
I can feel the stone walls of this claustrophobic cell with my swelled hands.
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I remember the day, I was carried away by an aroma to a skinny alley of this tainted town.The scent was diffused all over, I guess.And it was a distinct smell amongst the filth.Then what I saw! I saw an extremely beautiful flower blossoming from a rupture of an austere brick wall.No Origin of Species could define it.The colours were vibrant, fragrance was maddening.I felt the presence of a Woman.'Oh! Wicked boy get away from her, please maidens don't pick her up! ', I cried deliberately.
She was dancing with the wind, waving her body like an angel.
I sensed her, touched her, watched her devouringly.
But Alas! Time passed by quickly and suddenly she started wilting.I realized the day had turned into dusk; lights were diminishing.She could not live without Sun.She would die in the cold of Night.
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Wake Up! Don't you hear the rooster's call?
Come on don't waste the new sunrise on the new horizon.
Its a special day, its your birthday, our birthday.
Open your doors.
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