Apurba Bhuyan Biography

Yearning to cherish myself
in a chummy eve
The house of cards is falling
Yet, I want to sit calmly
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Cool morning breeze laments
Pierces my heart with your reminiscence.
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A gust of greenery in the sky
Somewhere I am listening
to the raga Megh-Mallar
Raindrops are dripping
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Transmuting into a long verse of sorrow
An island, green- finds it's place
in the sea of darkness
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Where are you rushing
Wait for a while
And glance back
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