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BANERJEE PARNA.

SongSoptok | 6/10/2014 |




Assassins.

In the poisoned air-
Blood battles with hopes fears and desires
Beyond the centuries
Those multistoried remains silent
Continuing many sleepless nights
Fabrication of dialects in a new manuscript-
Lots of changes is taste buds
A mixture of salt pepper sugar sour and a tint of
bitterness too
Potters wheels are making melting pots-
Slaughtering the culture, making a cultural paste
Speaking off a soundless assassination
Even today baked bricks staged together with cement to
hold tight
Dollars Pounds Euros acting as tongue twisters -in new
generations pocket
pouch
Till now,
Tears disasters and fears tries to anchor their boats in
their known harbour
Radioactive electric waves carried out through my veins
Who is creeping in?
 
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