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Sanjeevani Patra

Abstract Tragedy Others

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Sanjeevani Patra

Abstract Tragedy Others

Emotions

Emotions

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Nights,

the moon dont shine 

enters the art of notion.

Lord o lord what makes me perceive 

lie crumbled 

The silent jitters.

It thrashes.

I abide.

It puts in all 

the jaded efforts.

I still stand 

On my trembling plinth 

As those mythical scars 

char my crust.

Don't see, don't feel.

That ray of light?

That might be unreal for



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