Dream: Mirror of Past
I speak with undivided dreams.
Sometimes stuck in sadness!
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Washing the soil and coming out from the heart
Grief like pebbles! Which is my very own
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My lips are always very busy
Looking for my heavenly octave of happiness.
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My survival in a frenzy;
The division of loans and deposits presents a puzzle.
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From time to time I lose;
Sometimes I win.
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Leaving behind on my move
Some feathers ,Be a memory somewhere!
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My ethereal memories will bubble up;
At one time they were buried in the ground unconditionally.
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- A poem by Sarmistha Dey
