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Jul 2015
The shadows of the past grow,
A fleeting time engulfs all,
Lock away! Tis a ghastly thief !
Mere Humans, O! Travellers blind !
Hear the treachery unbind!
A cunning hand conspires,
Where the despondent lunatics thrive,
Lost human, lost all,
Hear ye the cynic call,
Hear ye the mighty fall,
Hear ye the shatter of pride,
Hear ye the poison reside,
Hear ye the voice of treason,
Awake ! O ! NaΓ―ve beasts !
Awake ! Awake ! Awake !
Chandrima banerjee
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Chandrima banerjee  India
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