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Dec 2013
You shot the albatross.

Knowingly or unknowingly,

Remained a mystery forever.

Now it’s coming back to you,

Your crossbow is stained with blood.

You hereby try to unravel the mystery.
Should the sinner be accused of it?

Or is killing just a way of life.
Mahima Gupta
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Mahima Gupta  Kolkata
(Kolkata)   
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