Paid for Pain

They make them pay,
for their dignity,
they looted them,
and they flunked their dignity.

With the transaction of dignity,
nothing exists like a human,
they show their left dead bodies,
they bet for them like scavengers,
like every time they did to them,
they will again crush the flowers,
they paid for.

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Gautam Kumar

A poet who writes poetry.

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