Heinous Game
A Anjandev Roy
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Look at the busy street,
The mark of fresh blood is still visible,
The miscreants have murdered the poor worker,
There is no one to protest,
Everyone is afraid of the brutal strength.
To play with the blood is their natural game,
Nothing can give them as much pleasure as this,
Indeed they are the blithe spirit with it,
Beware of them, they have smelt the blood,
They will come back again with the bloody spirit
To play the heinous game.
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