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~Pujan Roka~ I see the world Being destroyed bit by bit, people by people and nation by nation; I see blood spilling all around, its dreadful smell encroaching the harmony of the air. I hear humanity cite words of deception

~Pujan Roka~ She walks by smoking with a large bag of trash in her hand, An empty case of beer, A small kid running beside her asking silly questions as his mother climbs the stairs, She smokes as she talks … Continue reading →

~Pujan Roka~ I sit in the barber’s chair with a grin. My hair has grown quite long, not too long, yet it bothers me. I look at the mirror; Need a little cut here and a little cut there. Finally, … Continue reading →