Life Story – Wribhu Chattopadhyay, West Bengal

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I live in a lame land

Like those castrated clap

Who can only dance in

And out side of an alley.

Here is no living words for

Unknown names, and life exists

Only to die like a nameless chicken

In an urban market.

Here word generates only

To boost the hungry members.

The numbers are all in

The line with fluttering flags

To gather colours.

I live in a lame land

Among those lame dwellers.

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