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Poem: Me and the corpse By Dr. Susharma Sarkar (Kolkata, India)

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I am wandering in the grave of a corpse like a wanderer …
The living corpses around me are making fun of me!
I am wearing the armor of endurance like a mummy —-
I am counting the time to be motionless!
Covering my face with the black sheet of darkness !
Sometimes I fall face down in the light of day again ,
The corpses waiting for my armor to pierce …..
I remember their demonic smiles alone!
The mask of humanity is all around —-
Black paws are grabbing lumps of grass from the helpless farm!
Colorful, racist, unscrupulous monster shines in the gleam of greedy eyes to pick up the weak powerless vitality
The mighty are their messengers of death !

To keep me in a cage by chewing and sucking …
They have learned the tricks of various practices .

I remember being agitated for freedom today!
I am free from the chains of chaos!
I gave birth to feathers on wings to fly in the blue sky!
The corpses are rolling on the ground —-
Day and night dreaming of destroying me!
I am about to reach the feet of God …..
I’m growing wings feathers to eat spinning!

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