Sampreeti Mandal Poems

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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