how will he know?A Poem by poddar kushalHow will he know? He, an innocent, age three Wakes up dead to see A hand and its ten fingers, How have they done it? The first hunt and the first hand To plunge in red of The vital liquid of life. How had they done it? He, an innocent of truth, Does not know the teeth Of mankind those eat own clan. He, an innocent, age three Wakes up dead to see Cops are taking his father To jail custody. How shall I live? A question Looms upon his head. But, oh, innocent those hands Have made you cold dead!
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12 Reviews Added on February 18, 2008 Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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