The Indomitable
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Hoot me out
Boot me out
Shoot me out
Root me out,
But have no doubt,
You can't wipe me out.
Throw me out
Blow me out
Turn me out
Burn me out,
But have no doubt,
I'll once again sprout.
Through fire and rain,
Surviving all the pain,
I'll be here again.
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