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Nov 2020
Who is the man
bleeding profusely?
The Rebel!
His miserable appearance
reports so. He rebels
not for power,
but for bread.
Patriotism?
A cruel joke!
An empty stomach
hardly digests
the juicy fruits of Democracy.
And Nationalism?
An idea based on fallacy!
All that is fair
is foul for him,
And all that is foul
is fair for him.
Written by
RUPAM MITRA
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