Brain Smokes
Smokes from the brain,
Can produce no grain,
But the garbage of reason.
Why schooling with no heart?
And sense of sharing,
Why not a farmer's cultivating.
Ambitions' class room,
Brides and grooms,
Manipulation of the cheats!
Better not the outlaws!
Than forced democracy's claws,
Alarming threats and panics
Cancer -sense and feeling!
No doctor dare healing,
O yes -you are willing!
Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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