As I stood infront of the huge graffiti,
I thought of him,
and a poem,
a Sunil Ganguly,
'your death makes me guilty'
it said,
and it also said how we are getting away,
getting really
a w a y,
and then some would say,
It sounds like a cat,
and then some would say
where we have left our mats,
but then,
there was only one Che,
and only one Sunil.
(the picture attached is a graffiti pasted in the Bolivian Pavilion, Kolkata International Book Fair,2016)
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