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Chiranjib Mazumdar

Abstract Tragedy Fantasy


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Chiranjib Mazumdar

Abstract Tragedy Fantasy


My Wings

My Wings

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I had my wings, here, somewhere..

I remember I detached it,

Kept it neatly wrapped up,

In an attic,

Sprayed with disinfectant,

Ironed with care not to burn the delicate edges,

And yet,

I see it no more,

Did it fly without me?

Or was it eaten raw by the demon at large?

I have no clue.


So I sit here quietly,

Remembering the moments,

When I would fly,

Fly away into the deep blue sky,

Amidst the soft white clouds,

Feeling nothing but,

Deep ecstasy within me.

Oh liberty my friend,

Why did you desert me?

Without saying as much as

A little Good Bye!?


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