The Corpse
A Anjandev Roy
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The corpse lay on the ground,
The greedy men ran madly and trampled him ruthlessly to reach their goal,
They had no time to see the corpse,
In extreme pain and grief,
The wretched corpse seemed to plead them even with his dead feelings,
"Don't trample me,
I am still a part of your soil
Even with my dead stature."
But nobody listened to him,
The busy men ran and ran with their crazy and covetous feelings
To reach their destination;
This way the helpless corpse was relentlessly trampled on numerous occasions
And gradually he was completely wiped out from the harsh soil of the earth.
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