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

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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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  • ageeinc on Dec 5, 2010

    Nice write. Very articulate

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