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Feb 2014
Come unlock my door
Everything here they ****
Beckons me a new shore
Take me for the last walk.

Count of time is past me
How long I have been in this hole
Only way I can be free
Is when you liberate my soul.

I make now only one plea
Prolong not my agonizing pain
Please have on me the mercy
Stop me from dying time again.

When I walk freedom’s last mile
Walk out the death laden cell
Fortune would upon me smile
Make me a place in hell.
convicts on death row, their plea for mercy rejected, waiting deliverance.
execution is kept pending for years reportedly for unavailability of hangmen.
there's no taker for this job.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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