Debdoot Bhattacharyya

Abstract Others

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Debdoot Bhattacharyya

Abstract Others

Inutile

Inutile

1 min
387


It's too rough to wake 

More to crawl, 

When the terror is tugged 

Folly unfolds; 

 

Dark haze night 

With leaden sky Room of dust 

Craving for rust. 

 

What do I yearn? 

End or truce 

Let it ebb 

Over the silhouette groves. 

 

Despair of light 

Flushing these eyes; 

The sun has fled 

Below the rill of naught. 

 



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