Poet Sunanda Mandal's one poem
Lifeless
I'm hungry
You are hungry
The world too.
The whole family in the game of Maran
In response to the pain.
His greedy vision
The tip of the sharpened fruit.
Even the mournful bullet wounds, Blooming roses.
But with the claim of love
No one has the courage to move forward.
Everyone in the hungry,
World is tired, lifeless.
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