Egoism
Egoism
Ravisankar Maitree
Either bullet or bullet penetrate or penetrate like Krishno
Where is the bullet boy, bird hunter?
Want to die like a bird
Want to fell in the grass
I neither want Chita nor want grave
Without name and fame want to hide in a deep grass,
Want to the feast of the bees
Don’t touch my body – vulture, crow and fox
Want to die like a bird
At the time of the funeral wants to mix in the soil.
poem by Ravisankar Maitree
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