NO MEN'S LAND
By Subhasish Das

GENRE: Musical

LOGLINE: Lay stretch brother! The soul's your entity When mingles with a place, division writes in your fate Middle the borders welcomes your home Safest you are! Until pointed wires curse your little life Foot prints of those penetrate the land of one's own or bite master's apple; sure bullets shows thy path And hell scratch thy back. Peace after havoc, havoc after peace... Mine earth beneath me, your's there As seems one's own monarch; why lay in state of play and be a domestic frog of its well? Retreat to your's, the neutral heavenly home. Albeit civil race seeks joys of generation But seven colors leap your fastened heart, and you only a gender; no name neither shame Like a whitish beard soul, in loss of kith and ladybird Afar top snowy hills, lost somewhere beyond the world. Bury in your lease, the golden treasure of scaleless pleasure; hide until the aged greats discover out the sand belong to no men An antidote against one's own.