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Shreshtha Sengupta

Abstract Tragedy

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Shreshtha Sengupta

Abstract Tragedy

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Not even the windows of your soul let them stay,

they are dead crystals; which appear on your golden face when days are grey.

" I come to meet you when you in the end."

"But I also come to meet you in the infinity."

And when you shut your eyes forever,

I will come again...

But this time,

from your beloved's pain.



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