The end of Khudiram Bose. Hurl a couple of grenades,
Try me in your courts,
Would you find an answer?
Join me in my forces,
Toss me up on a steel coffin,
Would you like an answer?
Flog me out of my skin,
Pay my kin as they see me die,
Would you buy my answer?
Expose me with my defences,
Label me as your rotten apple,
Are you really looking for an answer?
Now graveyards are my safe haven,
You have ransacked my trees and my cave,
For this calamity, there were never answers.
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