Harish k. Thakur Biography

A lone strar's fulgent eye
dark midnight's chill
creep into the veins
of frozen words of silence.
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In the country hall of Lescovac
Echoe the pangs of past,
The young Roma lads
Sing their way
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I am amused
At the gentle smile
You always hold
On your rodomont face.
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Welcome to the valley of dust
welcome to the valley of mist
strolling over the barren lands
meet the hounds of lust.
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In these landscapes
guarded for centuries
by the long arms
of the impressive ‘pipals’
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