Poems And Festival Of Colours By Suranjit Gain
A dire boy
Give me a ship,
to over come the earth,
all religion’s foreigners
will be mine.
Bestow a plane,
will go to the space;
where the planets
amazedly float!
Give address of fairy land,
and a sharp sword;
bless me
to kill the giants.
Where the hidden treasure,
tell where?
I will bring
the secret asset.
Where the loud
sound of artillery?
I feel romance
to hear!
You believe me
of course;
for the universe
will war till the last breath.
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