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Jubak Anarjo

Tragedy

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Jubak Anarjo

Tragedy

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The foods are arranged in layers

Not to be caught

Not to be touched.


It was said-

Those scattered bars

And attractive taste luxury.

 

Belong not to my fate

Rather to someone else

Only to else one.


But I know well

The foods are mine, Only ours.


The dead fox is eating up

the forest of living lion.


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