Don’t
treat me from a gender
We’re
similar from a mother
May
be I like a mirror of face
That’s
why I am not in race.
I
am exiting by Almighty God
Try
to understand a colour of blood
I
am here in everywhere
Just
look who I am dear.
Don’t
behave like an editor
We’re
not a competitor
Crying
the silent of words
Want
to fly like a bird.
Sculptor
satisfied! Why not you?
I
feel sophisticated in rule of you
Tired
for standing behind the shape
Don’t
try I will not escape.
Shame
on! I am same of human
I
am masterpiece among the human
If
have doubt ask after life
Remember!
It will late for life.
- P.Debbarma
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