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Tinam Borah

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Unwritten Poetry

Unwritten Poetry

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English Poem : #18663 English Poem Abstract : #9484
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Torn pages, about a dozen,

Crumbled up

Into balls of failed attempts

At painting them

With bottled up

Words of anguish and unrecruited love.

My words have often run out on me.

My exhausted vocabulary

Now seeks refuge

In the pages of unwritten poetry

Stashed away in boxes of morbid memories.


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