Sampreeti Mandal
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Jeering sounds of my heart,
Enslaved by the tares of meadow,
Creeping soon too near to my morbid error.
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My bashful growth,
Quite sensational by the virtue of victuals,
Tumble dictum of desolation
Has Distraught over my ancient fantasy,
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Deep breath of purple monsoon paints
The canvas of hunger in olive green,
Fleeting droplets of Sun
Written on the leafy prose of grass
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By Virtue Of Oblivion
Jeering sounds of my heart,
Enslaved by the tares of meadow,
Creeping soon too near to my morbid error.
Knowing the offence
Finding another reason of death,
I woke up yesterday
Through my broken glance.
Drooling of ancient night,
Silhouetted by the rainy frescoes,
Invites the shabby mosses to grow
Upon my stony posture,
Playing tambourine through
My drunken dream.
Memories slobber since the night.
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