A boy once thought to venture out,
to see what the world awaited there.
Knew himself to be strong and stout,
and would take wounds chested bare.
Lived in a shackle of bamboo and stones,
with meagre food for body and soul.
Life of terror, hunger, moans and groans,
will one day surely take its toll.
From the other side of the foggy hills,
came down the dark and masked evil men.
With their act made life stand still,
losses of millions for some put to gain.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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