Bishnupriya Mohapatra
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You Must write a poem each day as though you would die
At the end of it
You must defy the hag
Who guards the gate
Of the possible.
First day at ...
A Small Man
Back to schoo...
The Gate Of T...
Haiku
Dreams
Rainbow
peace
Nature Is eve...
Father
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
I lie here undressed and raven, Over the silky white canvas.. I lie here undressed and raven, Over the silky white canvas..
Waited for a decade yet to complete, though married now with someone else, but still alive. Waited for a decade yet to complete, though married now with someone else, but s...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Nice.... Nice....
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
Born to a family, nurtured with care, Blessed with a name... Born to a family, nurtured with care, Blessed with a name...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
Even when the world turns upside down, And there's chaos all around... Even when the world turns upside down, And there's chaos all around...
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