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Comments about Pranabkumar chattopadhyay
Smearing the dropping sunlight the smile standing
On the courtyard in rows
The language made by the sound of dried leaves, that
Language is the collision of heavy boots.
In the body of the terrified girl there is legality attached with
All these being accumulated. All these are the capital
Of the ensuing dawn!
Just like the dawn emerges from into right
Since the time of creation.
But the smiles, laughters? Something else, or like the same?
Sunlight travels ...