Miniature Sore

Kausik Chakraborty

Abstract

Kausik Chakraborty

Abstract

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moon faith blind

A countryman follows the exotic moon

Every footstep links the bell

Sometimes sandstone tells your dormant beat

And severe murky cocktail

You may become the grower colonel weeds

A blind samaritan sells her faith

Who on earth suffered the miniature sore,

Moderated agony, mis-death

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