Dupur Mitra
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laughA Poem by Dupur Mitrawherever he is poor may be he is hungry today may be his face will be pale after taking photograph Yet he laughs laughing like a dew drops in the leaf.. |
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Poor GirlA Poem by Dupur Mitrapoor girls are not beautiful because poor girls are weak poor girls are shrunk their body has emaciated even their b***s are saplessand also their lau.. |
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FriendA Poem by Dupur MitraFriendi know when you take your hands on my handswhen you take your eyes on my eyesi can know you take many loansbut cannot pay backyour child has gon.. |
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slum tourismA Poem by Dupur Mitramany many telephone cables over the slum dwellers many many words are passingover the slum dwellers but nobody knows or want to know about them |
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you and meA Poem by Dupur Mitrawhen i am going to sleep want to press close you in an embrace but you bothered may be you don't know i don't want to see dream lonely when i am going.. |
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when a man diesA Poem by Dupur Mitrawhen a star falls, a man diesstar becomes the tree tree has the green leaves and beautiful flowers flowers spread over one place to anotherone man die.. |
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After the full night quarrelA Story by Dupur Mitraflash fiction |
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WaitingA Poem by Dupur MitraI wait for many things. My lover, dream or revolution. I wait for that boy who once called me dad subconsciously, i wait for that rive.. |
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The child was trying to say somethingA Story by Dupur MitraThe child is one yr old. By seeing his father, say Ba... ba... But seeing his mother standing beside silently and laughing. Three flats are attached. .. |
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A girl wanted to be a poetA Poem by Dupur MitraA girl wanted to be a poet, her father said- nice news but her mother breathed loudly. The girl walked step by step, a yellow coloured .. |
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