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Because "I Am Rebel" !

Jan 8, 2024
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By Bijit Chakraborty


"I deny", utterly repudiate the system,

For' it is clumpy.

Everybody is mean and lonely.

Transforming for "divination".

Re-enact cruelty to be fabled!

Here I go, there I go!

Watching the quarrel for sinful "Chardonnay".

"Taxare"levied by the bureaucrats and politicians,

Out of question! As the limit is unfair,

"Outrageous", I disprove! "I am rebel".


The morning starts with chants and choirs,

Then the work for livelihood.

The struggle starts, corrupts' precise preys' being noticed!!

"There is the salesman, there are the labourers,

There are the unemployed ".

"Give the belongings to the scavengers in the goats guise in white collars"!!

"Beware of me", I veto!



"Phylogeny" of home,

Siblings ready to suck the blood!

All for property, but no one respond to the liability,

That being inherited through legacy.

"Give me more"! " Give me all"!

"Your onslaught to the weakest link".

I emote, "for the reason is fortissimo".

Argue with me, "I refuse"!

"Spectacle won't work".


Polity regime' bamboozling us all,

Netizens hard earned being embezzled,

"The war cry"! The madness!

Ordnance foyer' forwarding the lunacy,

Politicos devouring into the deceased anatomy.

Don't you dare us ! "You neuters"!

Another day we will get our "fount".

"Discernt it"! And am ready for a fight!

It's my essence; " resistance on its way.


By Bijit Chakraborty




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