Scaffold
A Anjandev Roy
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The hangman was ready
To hang the convict,
Slowly the convict came
To the scaffold,
Then he muttered in an indifferent way,
"I have to leave this world
With a false accusation,
Truth and justice has never come in my life."
The hangman remained strict and rigorous,
The ominous crow cried in a shrill voice from the sky,
"Injustice and falsehood is the soul of the filthy earth."
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