Debasmita Das
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If I were a rose,
They would see my thorn,
They would see my sting,
If I were a drone.
If I were a day,
They would see heat at noon,
They would see my stain,
If I were moon.
Last Breath
My Love
In Their View
Come now you are after all The guillotine of seasons, This is your destiny I beg thee do yo... Come now you are after all The guillotine of seasons, This is your destiny...
I thought of the old times when I was here. I thought of the old times when I was here.
It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of contentment. It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of c...
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night
The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an angel that was sent. ... The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an ang...
We can not discover the mystery of nature. We can not discover the mystery of nature.
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
The poem shows the song of the melody of the song which is peerless. The poem shows the song of the melody of the song which is peerless.
Father, please forgive your younger son. It is not the mother's fault, show mercy, on us. ... Father, please forgive your younger son. It is not the mother's fault, show m...
You become the best verse I ever quoted You become the best verse I ever quoted
Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon... Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon...
I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, I just drink, drink,... I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, ...
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes by, I wave the wor... And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes b...
He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have One wraith ceased... He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have ...
I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache to speak with you, ye... I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache t...
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
The poem describes the changing times and how humans are depended on technology. The poem describes the changing times and how humans are depended on technology.
The poem shows the love of a mother for her child.It also tells us the journey of the child who enjo... The poem shows the love of a mother for her child.It also tells us the journey o...
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