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Feb 2014
I was on my way to your streets..
With your dark face..rather,the nose.....all over my mind...
Till the daylight out shined my hair..with your fingers in it..
Till I found the hole at the chest on those tainted clothes...
bleeding..
Till I saw the unknown pile of slippers and bricks,at the
evacuated center...
Till I smelt the salted fights...the slaughtered souls,they sympathize...
Till I changed my mind...And,
decided to jump of your skies.....
Shouting....
HAIL ******...!!
I can see the bleeding sons.....i sacrifice
Sreya Bhattacharyya
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Sreya Bhattacharyya  22/F/Kolkata,India
(22/F/Kolkata,India)   
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