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I die in the
day
I die in the
night
I die now
and then
Between
dreams,
Between
lies;
Between
screams,
Between
cries;
Between
n..
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The evening stoically hung against the skyWith
moments suspended in eternal time;No wishes for the day to part,Nor for
the darkness to intrude int..
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Moments flee, pages burn,
And ashes fill the memories’ urn...................
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Don't press the doorbell, my child,the society is sleeping...you go on getting beaten up, you go on getting raped,you go on getting killed, but don't ..
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The
kite floats--just severed--Seesawing
leisurely
In
rhythm of kissing ends,
Of
promises and dejections,
Of
remembrances and forgettin..
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What
they say about life is not mine;For
me life is just an image�"Just
an impression of my deeds and misdeeds.I
am the lone artis..
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A
pale face of graveOnce
adorned�"Flowers�" Dead
and strewn ;And
a few torn memoriesKissing
a passionless coffin.The..
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Yes, Barman, as I am; Not a man alike the Bur of a creeper, but of a bar for a sipper....... ...
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The thoughts are not mine...I have just transliterated masterpiece poetic composition of famous Bengali poet, Jibanananda.
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Dear children, here I attempt to make you feel that seeing is not vision....explore a few pages of life of a blind boy to feel what is vision....
My ..
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