A poem by me and Siddrath Sankar
'I wish I could get a code to unlock me,
Far from this town away from the real me,
But not so easy, just like old breeze.
I still don't know the way and how far am away,
I think its just dream where is everything Ice-Cream,
Living in the old house, looking for the cute mouse, it will be all by me
I could sneak up, like a crap,
I could visit the Church, but not like it so much,
I could dive deep nearby river, or I could be a big rescuer.
I could be the serif of my county, keeping the thugs away for bounty,
I could be a country singer, making lots of laughter
I could be a drunken Irish, No work no ice.
Am down falling down..who know's how deep's that..
Where'r all of up as we were in a rush..
We are going towards a smash.
I could pray to God or I could use the music chord,
Same past, same light only there is no friendly fight.
My hat's blowing high you crazy wind...don't think of me I'm that blind.
Or I could call the sky and ask him why
Devils might, Evil's night, still no crow on sight
Still I'm so young, just like a mighty frog
No insect at my sight, giving me a hell's fright
May be join The Dark side, and enjoy Evil's pride
But the tree has its might, there is no fight
May be life is a simulation, but still a lot of Inspiration.'

Debashisa Jena

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