What makes you feel afraid, so sad?
Know it from me, I'm dead, I'm dead.
Here whom you see, is not me
that someone you knew, I used to be.
Know it from me, from me,
If we now talk, all afresh it will be.
I may come and say to you, anew who I am
you too will follow, I hope, the rule of the Game.
© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.
Palas Kumar Ray
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