Audition Poem by Prativa Dey

In the audition section
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In the audition section
The mind loses that
Flowers in limbs
On fodder,
Goes through the pile
In the Pune section
The mind that loses,
Looking for the perfect
Uplift the mind
Sitting, exercising heat,
The mind to get lost
Then,
In the audition section
When the wind
Lose heart
Become caught in a playful move
Who will come
Agreed,
Fill the decoration
When the world falls into new light
Suicide.