Pragjyotish Bhuyan Gogoi Poems

I see the smoke philandering
With the innocent airy selves
And blackening their virginity.
The smoke, the heir
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At this hour of midnight,
Desires creep
On the temple of sanity,
The ever locked spirits break
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A day comes and the day goes,
Like the truest friend and the finest lover;
And amidst, within the theorems, I hide,
And beneath the numbers, hides Blake.
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Day is just a day,
And night, just a night,
Or, shall I blame them damned?
Oh! I see them,
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