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Tears flow unnecessarily in this nation,
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by: shubhankar bhandari
| | Strolling down the street where traffic merges | | and the world is moving to infinite ages.
I was searching or thinking something in my head
which may sustain or will soon fade.
I then saw a kid working in a motor garage.
black carbon on his face extrudes his reality.
His face was bend within his two knees probably cryin
remembering his mother on every drop drying.
Fellow friends teasing and making fun
and pushing him and his head on that run.
May be introducing im to the rituals
that he may also do the same.
He lifts his face to those people
two lusturous ribbon flowin down and will never ripple
Eyes get blurred in that depth of ocean
many such tears flow unnecessarily in this nation. |
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