Achintya trivedi Biography

I walk besides the ways
in the deep dark
and see the real truth
concealed behind those street...
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Thunder was outraging
the bless of last eve
Night of shadows
He told since it was....
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the click of her heels
the style of her walk..
the smooth in her moves
the rhythm of her talk..
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April's sweet shower, soothe march's drought
blends its mizzles, with mother Nature's whiff
and the warmth that west winds have brought
a sodden soppy swarm, then kisses every cliff
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Thou won't just be inhumed beneath
and carved on texts; in bright, bold..
Thou shall be reminisced, loomed
within bosom's abyss, of every young and old...
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