Tuesday, July 26, 2016

- - My Stella - 60 Comments

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Time hast gone with it all jiffy marks of life.
A dead self of anabolism deceased and decayed reclaims not the warmth of living.
Fleeting mind, restless mind over the fretting
Sense of makeshift dream and stupefied.
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Prabir Gayen
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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Still I wish thee, and thyunvoiced Psalm of love for this dry soul, Thy hearty empathy towards a spare, emaciated sterner doth revive gratefulness to life.

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Time hast gone with it all jiffy marks of life. A dead self of anabolism deceased and decayed reclaims not the warmth of living. Fleeting mind, restless mind over the fretting Sense of makeshift dream and stupefied

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Prabir Kumar 03 June 2020

This grey hair droops to thy green, resilient feet for the love thou set forth for me with owe and Obeisance, suit to thee.

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Prabir Kumar 03 June 2020

Night as eyelash of my love and day as smile of her unoffending face are overcast. Declension of bountiful creation, soft melting mist with absorbing bloom and tuneful heartsof Chanticleer silenced my beetle-browed mind

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Prabir Kumar 03 June 2020

I am dead in thought and humour, spongy fool of myself thinking posterior every time. Life is a notion, baseless fancy and no lenity once it is lost. Every nook of breath is pulverized with ebullient aura of ambition

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Prabir Kumar 03 June 2020

Time hast gone with it all jiffy marks of life. A dead self of anabolism deceased and decayed reclaims not the warmth of living. Fleeting mind, restless mind over the fretting Sense of makeshift dream and stupefied.

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StClAa 11 December 2018

Still I wish thee, and thyunvoiced Psalm of love for this dry soul,

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Spcgqred 11 December 2018

without speculative allurement or .... do I pine for and death of this corporal frame......

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