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RITASMAN BAISYA

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RITASMAN BAISYA

Abstract

Stranger

Stranger

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I saw myself in the broken mirror 

It was not me, it's a stranger 

Its countenance was alike to me 

 It was much of muchness to my structure

But it was not me , it's a stranger 

With a distorted brain and evil power .

I never knew this form in the past 

I never knew that wicked intruder 

I’m shattered with its conjuring tricks 

 As if I'm drowning in the ocean of horror

It's cold eyes kill me all day now 

 It's spell made my thoughts bizarre

Like thousand monsters it brought in me

But it was never me, it's a stranger. 


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