The Angry Old Man
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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The angry young man
Or the angry old man,
So full of blood
Or blood turned into water
Or a man of high temper
Who loses it so often
Without reason
How to cool him down?
Let me have my tryst
With the kind old gentleman,
Let me speak first
Then let you know all
About that
My interface meeting with him.
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