Arani DattaGupta Biography

I lay on my bed, listlessly,
my hair silvered with all I've seen
But the world is still not done with me-
Poisonous to my field of green.
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The cold night burned red,
as sparks of fire flew before my eyes.
Ruins drowned in bloodshed—
what was once, now unrecognisable.
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Patients lay bare in bed,
dead with beating hearts.
Awaiting their quietus,
letting vicious viruses have their way.
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Rain trickled down her eyes
as she watched Misery run amok.
Tuning the blues in her pool of white
as she lugged the arduous plight.
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There were sparks of gloom on the T.V.
as the flowers waltz into the fall.
Preferring easy escapes,
i was just waiting for the call.
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