I may be infant, baby, teenager, grown up, adult
Do not give me any name
I want to be nameless.

Do not make me a loving pet
to get your work done.

I am not aware when you throw fireball
When you fight, pounce, tear apart,
Put me in a prison.

Your eyes never told me the truth

You never know my hands are rivers
Far away in the hilI
I love to watch sky
In silence
I speak galaxy.

But you never listen to me

Now my hands are chopped, my skin is is burnt, my face is blackened

Do not wash me in holy water.

I can not join in your prayer in the temple.

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About gopallahiri

Gopal Lahiri, a bilingual poet from India, has been writing poetry for more than twenty years. He has had five poetry collections in Bengali (mother tongue) and five collections in English. His poems appeared in print and electronic publications worldwide. He is a regular contributor of poems in several poetry web sites and magazines.

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