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In a terrible darkness
The storm has risen on the strings of the harp.
Burning land in severe drought,
Man-made civilization catches.
Howl in the wind today,
Echoes in the closed door.
Humanity in tears,
Cover your face under the rug.
Eclipse on the chest of the moon
The monster smiles happily.
Gunpowder burns across the city,
The skulls of dead bodies fly
Manik Chakraborty
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