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Jul 2011
On the concrete trees,
Blessed are the free
               Painful it must be for the avian souls
               When the breeze is caged
               And its screams go unheard
               When the sunset howls
               For the blue dreams blurred
              When the greens are slaughtered    
              And their sweet songs interred.
Soma Mukherjee
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