Look
How you left me shrunk
And scared...
I lost my courage
I am so bare...
Look
How you left me wound up
Scrolls of angst I just soak up...
Look
How I have turned me a stone
Can't even open eyes to where glittery grass shone
With drops of dew...
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The State Funeral
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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That boat of Madhu the boatman Is left tied at the ghat of Rajganj No one is taking it As it is filled with jute raw; If they would give... -
Once the sculpted face Fell and with it fell Our pride Our demons We made love after that By the sides of our past. (For 'Magp... -
What had made Brahm to compose Such a tune, with such poise? What comforting idea made him To put music into such a rhythm? What inexpre...
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