With every beery gulp
The smoky ring
Of Dunhill
Oh this is life
I love the times
Nothing's a taboo
Everything's fine.
A few dead faces
Crying in despair
Silent, unheard
"This land
So rich with our blood
Flourishing and free
On it
Once again young
Wish we could be
If only
We could be!!!"
We could be!!!"
© 2009 Rituparna Das
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