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Feb 2022
A boy without a single money
Sitting below a tree looking
Unhappy and tears teeming
At its brink.
Each boy plays 'Holi' the joy
Of colours.
But the boy has no money to buy
Colours of smile.
Someone has thrown
The green colour away to him.
But he plays like others with his
Unbreaking thoughts and perceptions
In his waking mind.
He has nothing but dream colours.
Ujjal Mandal
Written by
Ujjal Mandal  24/M/Ganguria, WB, India
(24/M/Ganguria, WB, India)   
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