The Rebel Lives On
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Bygone days were rebellious
He thought dead under dust of time
Youth though a little atrocious
Its fieriness was superbly sublime.
In the mellowed wintry weather
When to the shore the tired boats sail
It's back once again, knows the father,
In his son comes alive the rebel.
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