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Subhashree Jena

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Subhashree Jena

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Who Am I?

Who Am I?

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 nature   spring   bitter   haiku   innerself   micropoetry   self-aware   modesty 

Spring's decoction:

Mild fragrance of modesty

With bitterness of ferns


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