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I Scrambled out of the Locked Room

By Prosanta Das


I scrambled out of the locked room 

Wandered aimlessly 

Here and there 

You came 

You came before me 

When I saw you gleaning the waste food 

From railway track 

I saw you in tattered dresses 

Making tent out at roadside 

Railway track and bus stand 

I saw you lying 

Covered in dusty cloth 

In the chilly morning 

I saw you when a scurvy stray dog 

Came near me and I shooed it away 

I saw you in tunnels 

The boys cleaning the excrement 

And I pressed 'kerchief on my nose 

I saw you both in gleam and woe 

| throwed my eyes and found thee there 

I raced and raced 

And never stopped 

You enriched my mind 

With new knowledge 

With new experience 

Far from the world that is in Eddy 

You taught me 

Till all my afore knowledge vanished 

I grew a new man 

Nothing do worry me now 

I never laughed with men of glee 

Nor I ever cried with men who felt sorry


By Prosanta Das


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