My Coffin
My Coffin: my today… Living in a dark room, away from hustle bustle of life I feel like a dead man today in this wooden nailed coffin!! Life has ended, peacefully inside Coffin now.. unknown exotic insects & ants eat my remains. My soul looks at them, in wonder! Quick are ants and Insects.. Before rain starts, they need to carry out their job. Rains spoil when water seeps inside, Making their task more tougher. My soul waits for freedom from this mortal remains.. Let only my bones rest in peace inside the Coffin. Auro 10th July 2011 (Sunday)
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Born & brought up in Delhi. Ancestors are from Rajshahi (presently Bangladesh) settled in Rampara; a nondescript village along the River Ganga. Rampara is 25 Km away from Plassey Battle ground where Nawab Siraz at 16 years age fought against the...
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