How does your blood differ?

You are a Gemini, I am a Nana

Which is the arrow of rulers

You get the reward first

On the same path I am far, far away

What is the difference between you and me?

One language, one form

So how are you close, why am I far away?

The year started in my mind

Nana suddenly stopped while writing. The thought of what is the use of just writing a poem touched his mind. In the morning, he had read the news that Mithun had received the Phalke award. Poetry always comes from discomfort. But today the poem is not completed. Finally he got up and went to the field behind the house and started weeding fast. They did not pay attention to the fact that some trees were uprooted. Finally, his brain began to work on the question of what is his origin. The film deals with the issue of farmer suicides very honestly by reducing the work; Helped thousands of families; He stood them up.

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Mere social commitment will not be preserved. After realizing that there is a need to increase the scope in the political circle, he started praising the right. But no one is ready to pay attention and that is Gemini. Does he come without dancing? Did he enter the flock from Trinamool, got MP and now directly Phalke Samman. We are much better than him in poetry, writing, rhetoric, art. Still don’t think of my name? If this is not injustice, what else? Nana stopped as soon as this thought came. His assistant was keeping an eye on him.

Suddenly they took the helper’s bakhots and went near the pond. Picking up two stones lying there, he went to a cement platform and started hitting stones with one hand on the finger of the other hand. ‘Dekh dekh, Mere Khoon Mein Aur Us Ke Khoon Mein Koi Farah Hoga Kya? Uska bhi khoon aisa ihi hoga na, phir ye inshti kyun’, he started asking the assistant in ‘tricolor’ style, as he got scared. He tried to tie his own handkerchief on the bloody finger but Nana did not appreciate it. He was talking repeatedly while beating the same hand on the side of his head.

After they calmed down a bit, the aide said, ‘Sir, you should be able to distinguish between political colors and not blood’, Nana looked at him with a look of disdain and said, ‘Go, send a congratulatory tweet in the name of that dancer.’