Original Eyes

Supratik Sen

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Supratik Sen

Abstract

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English Poem : #9908 English Poem Abstract : #3538

engish poem storymirror abstract false life

An original pair.

Born.

Free to see. Witness.

But at every step.

Doomed in a cage.

A pack of damned perception.

Trained the balls

To be trapped in the false

Image of the past.

Nothing to discard.

Nothing to cast.

Patterns of beliefs

Blindly return,

Recycle in years.

Horizons and stars

Beasts and bees

In mountains and seas.

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