Now, I’m insensitive what happen:
How many casualties in riots?
How many due to adulteration?
How many due to mishap?
Let dozen of them mount
On a pregnant one,or a bullet set
Huts, with kids inside, on fire,
On swords be smeared
With blood of brawls.
True, just,I am a living dead
That’s why Madhuri Agnihotri says:
“Darling,.. Pandurang Khobragade ,
I love you..”
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