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Aug 2014
i cant name that pain
when i see a human foraging food
beneath a large hoarding of a restaurant

i cant express that feeling of helplessness
when i see a human feasting on leftovers
thrown by a mouth too full to gorge more

i cant put in words that paralytic numbness
when i see a human and an animal together
pouring on the roadside bin for something

i cant give all these pains a name

or tell you about them in a rhymed poem.
The earth’s resource is there
For each among us to equally share
But that can’t happen
So long the greed of gain
Keeps man insane.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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