It’s a jungle out there,
Where the mind treads with fear,
A beast at every corner,
Wanting a piece of me,
That’s my loving city,
My own jungle of fear.
In the midst of the night,
Strange cries wake me up,
Maybe a hyeana’s cry or a
Rapist’s satisfied sigh,
Cries of a trapped deer,
Or the painful sighs of
A little girl, oh so dear!
A night’s prey for the city’s beast,
One night, yes. But that’s her whole life.
So, hey all of you join the gang,
The jungle beckons you,
No roses to smell,
Only the smell of burnt leaves,
Life feels like a nightmarish dream!



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    36 years old married Virgo from Kolkata, working presently at Jaipur as a Sr. Copywriter with a leading Indian Ad Agency-Crayons;schooling from Don Bosco Park Circus and B.Com (Hons.)from St. Xavier’s Kolkta; also worked as VJ with ETV-Bangla for a show titled ‘Janata Express’ and as Radio Jockey (RJ) with TIMES FM. As regards my professional life I’m a award-winning copywriter& communication specialist.

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