Sudama Saha Biography

The Untold Stories
Is my poem,
The way
I may not go again, when.
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My name is Kalomanik
You say black!
Me Manik,
You don't have or become dear; I was unpleasant.
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I Shelley
Lying down long
Year after year into the grave
Here is calm and quiet
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Yes Yes, Yes Yes, You Could die
Nobody will ask You, if you my.
That hopes even give you
A gift blooming day.
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Gunpowder smelling all around
Covered with burnt ash and painted grey,
No trace of green is there
Doesn't even come in nightmares...
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