Priyanka Bhowmick Biography

A tree, so sole,
yet so familiar with all,
gives shade under its branches,
an intimate friend,
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The black thick untied hair of the night,
nature in its bed with soundless sleep,
silence enjoying the moonless night,
Depth of sleep in my eyes,
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A day full of anxiety,
my thoughts meandering around,
like a kite rafting in the sky.
A puff of wind in my mind inside,
...

she's the core love of a poet,
beautiful, serene, she...
but no more her beauty remains,
for she's being murdered..
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Swarming up to my spines,
The lusty fingers,
As I walk,
In the silent wind.
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