A piece of poem.
Where the limit is
brotee mukhopadhyay
whose sky this is and where the limit is
after I have sprayed radioactivity
from plants of the states
where birds leave the nests
and children cross the street
with splinters ready to greet
whose sky this is and where the limit is
when spirit of the time suffers in the cities
trapped in the blasts at the call of any faith
when nothing new is yielded and old orders changeth
let us drink and dance and celebrate this day
in a huge slaughter house
come, let us play
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