It's A Game Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
It's A Game
A child is like a flower-
none will pluck it as this can hurt.
If it falls on the ground somehow,
humanity gets covered with dirt.
A child is caught and sold,
then tied with a leg of a camel,
the animal runs, the child receives injuries...
The land of desert sand enjoys well!
There's nothing to worry-
this is a famous game.
Flesh and blood have decomposed
because humanity has no shame!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/14/2025 4:57:24 PM # 1.0.0
worldly life a game of creator of unseen; player of almighty! ! ! !