Dusmanta Choudhury
A Book With Forbidden Words
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Get up, oh king ! and rub thy
eyes
Let a child, to his leg for
ever rise
Let fate offer thou a
teacher's eye
To behold a state,where it
does lie
Why not plough the left out
field
Where a nation can much crop
yield
Why doth in dark thou blindly
creep
Hope not to face storm
earthen ship
Thou hath many a measuring
rod
Measure the petals store in a
bud
Assess the rain drops in the
cloud
Very earth under feet feels
so proud
Thou hath book with forbidden
word
Snapped the string to string
in bud
Mighty be the task to entrust
upon
How much far can a hungry man
run
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