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My Pen My Spear

My Pen My Spear

written by: Ujjal Mandal



I am not a writer
But a ferocious fighter
Holding a pen my spear
I tear off all the unfair,
Pain is the burning coal
that flares up my soul.

I am neither an advisor
Nor a creator
of a bit of dust for that no doubt
The world will sing me aloud.
I am the destroyer,
to spill the fire here and there
I am born
Like thorny corn.

Soon spring will burst into colours
Terraces and lawns all around will be filled with flowers.
Oh, I am not a writer
But a disguised fighter.

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