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Aug 2013
When you don’t leave it a choice
It hasn’t nowhere to go
Make for it a false rejoice
Paint for it a window.
Keep there a patch of sky
A space for a fancy flight
For its wings to soar dreamily high
And bathe in the golden light.
You have stolen its endless space
It hasn’t nowhere to go
Make for it a fake happiness
Paint for it a window.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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