Poem : No One Wins in War

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No one wins in war, In war, what wins in anguish. No one wins in war, In war,what wins is poverty. No one wins in war , In war , what wins is cruelty. No one wins in war, In war,what wins is pollution. No one wins in war, In war,what wins is death. No one wins in war, In war, what wins is destruction. --------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick
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Poem : Human Organs





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Hair : The comb conducts its raid here.
Head : The root cause of every pain.
Forehead : All faults are piled onto it.
Eyebrows : Must wrinkle to show surprise.
Eyes : The prime organ for glaring.
Nose : Useful for poking in without need.
Ears : The most humiliating organ.
Neck : Best suited for a shove.
Lips : Specially made for kissing.
Mouth : The organ for wearing masks.
Cheeks : A gentle pinch makes it affection.
Chest : A deep -freez for hoarding sorrows.
Hands : The place where handcuffs fit.
Fingers : With a flick,much can happen.
Stomach : The master key to all development.
Buttocks : The finest spot for a kick.
Knees  : The organ to enjoy rheumatic pain.
Legs : The organ meant for tripping others.
Bones: The rascal hides here.
Spine : A sprain here brings profit in the end.

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Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

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