So
Mamta
Appears in my dream
In a crumpled cotton saree with a green border
With clenched fists
She is heading for a rally in Lalgarh
And to attend a plenary session in the house
She asks me
What should I say?
What should I do?
Bhai, help me!
She sips tea
That I've prepared
In order to buy time
That's when I tell her:
Please request Budhadev-ji
He'll write your speeches
Draft your proposals
Maa, Mati, Manush
I'll decimate you with my Dhanush
She pours tea
On my head
Walks off
Muttering even people's dreams are infiltrated these days
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