Guerilla Grid Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty
Guerilla Grid
Our common pleasure
Was to destroy ourselves
Since we knew
Power never halts to show you grace
Our common passion
Deliberately misguided our achievement
Yet your wide arena
Brought us the dream of no-depart diaspora
A beauty drawn on your boob
With teeth I hold to bite the enemy regime
Alas! blood simply pained your logistic teetherness!
Pranab k c
26/08/2025
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