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mahin-das
mahin-das
Kolkata , India Failed attempts at adulthood.
As I look to my sides I see my brothers Ready to give up their lives Ready to stare death in the eyes Ready to take out whoever stands in their way In the darkest night , in the brightest day Through the storm and the wind they march Their enemies beware for they are the brave sons Brave husbands and brave brothers They fight for freedom they fight for their loved ones They fight for peace shredding blood They fight for peace destroying towns Yet they fight For mankind is filled with greed You may think of them as savages Ruthless , callous and cold hearted But , for a war can only be stopped by war My brothers are my family Our camaraderie keeps us afoot It is what separates us from our adversaries It is what keeps us going in the face of demise Up on the distant hills There is a child with open arms His face lit up with a wide grin As if some long lost friend has finally come The townsfolk slowly emerging out of their hiding There is silence in the air and a warm breeze And I bring the message “ war is over"
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
The Messenger
'Whore' , 'how much for the night' yelled people But to him these words meant nothing As he looked to the woman on his right Whose face was grim , hit with the pebbles of hate people threw at her He held her hand tight She looked up and nodded He fell in love with her mind He was her only hope to find love When these lifeless phantoms drained the life out of her When the chains of society tied her hands and dragged her down When an avalanche of disgust mauled her  She remembered him , she escaped with him She did not choose this path , she was forced, she was put down with her head in the guillotine He loved her , he found the woman no one saw,  He polishes shoes in the day while she earns in the night Still love blossomed in an uncanny, unforgotten way Cheating the perception of so called society Their future was black as the , congested lanes of some taboo town Yet they didn't care, he loved her And she loved him back She was named a ********** by the civilization And he , a prostitute's lover.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC
Prostitutes Lover