No Mystery
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Neela Nath Das
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I am a commoner.
I laugh, I protest, I shout!
My home is my cozy nest.
I am a bird.
I stretch my wings to give
shade to my birdie.
No mystery is there.
I am not beautiful.
And also bear the mark
of time on my tanned skin.
Can you remember the
story of Bush or Out back?
I am a mother of that strata,
who cooks, stays back
to protect her daughter.
I'm the representative
of the middle-class lady.
I don't have wealth
but I try to keep
my good-for-nothing values!
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