The live flames
Some one overlapped the
Exposed realities and fabricated
The character as desired—crusader!
Some of hidden limbs
Difficult to keep under wraps
The up down muscles, bones, flesh
Unfold the secrets, one by one
The face omits all the venom
Conspired eyes make you stripped
Before me again and again
The invisible canines and hooked nails
And wounds of my flesh are-
Inter related since a decade long,
The wolf and vulnerable deer
Tearing the hot flesh – live
I experienced the reality
Because once I had the red flesh
And the beautiful eyes—helpless
I couldn’t resist, and submission
Became the destiny,
But now time is changed –
Now reverse attack by mass
Your days are in the fingers
Counting has been started
In the dense forest, filthy slums
The pseudo characters-
Masked faces have limited margins
To escape – nude truth is standing
In the each and every corner
Holding the sharp edged mirrors,
The final crusade against the fake-
characters.
---- Shantanu Sanyal
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