Sudama Saha Poems

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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Sitting below line
So far,
I see the sky blue.
Nature hold's her hue.
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Children gazing towards the sky,
They see birds flying, midst of clouds.
Their hearts soar high.
Stars twinkle at night, up high they spy.
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I'm thinking
From far away
A familiar rhythm for sure,
Footsteps
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We did not go to the Eiffel Tower anymore
As a rule, we were not allowed to speak.
But a river can't get back to the source,
Now constantly seeking to hide myself,
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