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Human Sacrifice

The place where I live is a damp swamp space Here not only live human beings But also live cockroaches, mosquitoes and flies India is her name If I go more specific then it is called west Bengal Around me is only Heap of mud, dust and dirt Along with some liars, traitors and hypocrites Strange, peculiar and odd things always happen Most bewildering thing in this place is their mind So superstitious are they If you listen to their beliefs your head will start to spin Take only one here, They banned the cow slaughtering As they think it is a great sin But human sacrifice is not bad enough to be stopped Rather still they believe Human sacrifice could bring them a huge fortune.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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