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Rupsa is the name of a river

O independent State, O civilized life
you give my Rupsa back. 
Her desire, her love ... let me touch once. 
I have seen the orphaned childhood
for a long time, 
I saw deception and crafty kinship, 
the penniless, lonely student life. 
I understood the sex and forbidden nights, 
the numerous political sins
of the wounded society, 
the hunter is swift as the lightning, 
what is called, the clever crime. 
I saw the misery of exploited and
failed women. 
I have been carrying, the distorted
dead body of the firm truth for a time. 
I'm almost exhausted, almost zero. 
It seems, at last a person likes
to go back to where he starts life. 
O Goddess, return the childhood
of my father, who prematurely died. 
Give me the unseen village back and 
the beautiful Rupsa which flows beside. 






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Date: 1/14/2018 9:42:00 AM
The poem is meaningful and portrays a hard life from a exhausted person, so it is great.
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Somdev Chattopadhyay
Date: 1/30/2018 12:29:00 PM
Thanks Ibidun ! I have tried to portray the pain of a family, the refugees of India and East Pakistan (which later on became the Independent Bangladesh) partition and settled in India. Rupsa is a beautiful river in Bangladesh.