When the evening comes
I arrive at thy door
Where from vines
Simmering love pours ...
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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... -
What a Sunshine You bestow On the plains of the city, Still moving slow, What a Sky You like a cover spread On my heart by hours of li...
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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...
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