Bhartendu Second

I am the last
line of her poem

her last poem
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I am willing to travel
and discover where
Colombus left his journey
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When I am alone
and quietness breathes
into my lungs
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Like history
they are with me

For interpretation
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It is wrong to say
'all feel like us'

It is wrong to believe
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If You are the desert

where ozymandias
was lying with cold looks
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My Mother
She is restless in her sleep
her fingers are moving
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It was an evening
with messages of hope and love

with memories of friends
...

Time acts
in the orbit
of our mental landscape
...

I know
It is difficult to anticipate
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It the was the dead end
of a sorrowful song

with silent sobbings
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It is not without links or anchors
It is rooted in my world

Dear and distant ones
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This way

nobody goes
only a screaming is heard
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When you talk about
Vomiting or lack of hunger

Or the energy and stamina
...

there is a sky
beyond the reach
of that starving child
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when it was certain
that life and death
walk side by side
with full faith
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It was terrible
The cutting edge of its teeth
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I am weak
torn

and tormented
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I Am Glad
There is nothing in mind
like an idea
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I am walking
on a land
that feeds my hungers
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