Sharbaaniranjan Kundu Biography

I was ambling to the nearest market place
on a Monday morning.
At Eight this hamlet is quieter than usual
even at this scorching summer.
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When a woman is raped and killed
the perpetrators of the heinous crime
are not men;
they are cannibals.
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Making love is no love.
It is actually a travesty of the same.
Love has several connotations.
Physical love is no love.
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As days pass by
I withdraw from things around me.
My father was my engine
driving me to things.
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Each morning I get up
bed strewn with yesterday's newspapers,
a few books,
a blood pressure monitor machine,
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