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Dead Wood
My life holds
No fascination for me
It’s a dead wood
I reject love
Compassion, service
To others
No support for me
No inspiration
Only anger and abuse.
Manners and etiquette
Supreme values
Thrown into dustbin.
Stab me at the back
Cut my rusty veins
Slit my deep throat.
I try to float in pool of blood
Submerge into the dark world
Little by little.
A big bravo to all
Who allow me to die
Who kick me up to hell.
I have not retained anything
I refused rest
I have no regret.
Gopal Lahiri…
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