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Jiten Biswal

Drama Romance Tragedy


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Jiten Biswal

Drama Romance Tragedy


Nira’s Tale Of Love: XIII

Nira’s Tale Of Love: XIII

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Arms those never perspired;

Charms that never inspired.


For her, youth was all about to be felt,

Needed only experiences to be held.


A calm breeze chilled thy body of reverie;

She tried to seal thy nudity of memory.


Like a flying kite without a string, searching the kiter;

Lying in the night, a lonely queen staring at the timer.


Again, to kill her passion she needed a liaison;

The world appears vacuum, cheats her possessions.


Burn burn ashlessly to burn,

Turn turn shamelessly to burn.


Unkind time of misery;

Lost its lime of forgery.


Her timer engulfed her like a lotus-eater;

Thanked memory prolongs Janus's suffer.


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