introducing Radhamohini Prasad
A rummage of alphabets fall
Out into the abysmal zone
One must know, the closed gates said
Those who innocently tread
Routes of the eventually accused
Only those shall seek refuge
Who, heinous of crimes have someone's predilection
In this meditated lacunae
Hours framed by the district magistrate's well nurtured diction
Yet nothing more wholesome
Than a failed human
Dying by the hour.
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