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ABHIJEET GOSWAMI

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ABHIJEET GOSWAMI

Abstract

A Blacked Fantasy

A Blacked Fantasy

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A blacked path, when closed my eyes

With steady gait, a fake demise


I walked in the nothingness

To the lost laughter, longed to confess


Substituted the asperity, for chirping

And that held me firm crippled the usurping


Walked hovering hands for none

I walked, without any wish or worry


Hugs of wind and kisses of belief

In a valley of ecstasy, with a reliable flurry.



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