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You may clamp the wings
You may chain the feet
You may snatch the sky
The heart can't still be caged
When the time comes to fly...
If you leave a graveyard
It will pull in vultures
When you make a garden
It gets you butterflies.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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