Cool extended slowly and Anupam
Appeared once from the hilly wood
On the barrel of his gun
Hangs trembly birdie Jungly geese

We sat with opened bottles
Lit cigarettes
And while smashing the roasted bones
Wave glasses

Firy liquor thus spreads
Through our hearts and
Purify the existing cool grief
Our cry and c h o r u s

CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

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