Topsy-Turvy
A Anjandev Roy
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The great man was wandering
In the midst of topsy-turvy
To find out a good home for himself in this planet,
Everywhere the black line
Stretched in and endless way,
It was cruelty,
It was enmity,
It was jealousy,
Which were rampant in an irresistible manner,
Being angry and frustrated,
The man screamed,
'Why? '
But the black line mercilessly devoured the question forever.
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