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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.