Deep Mukherjee

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When the lamp is shattered
The ethereal light lies in shed;
When the dreams are scattered
The spirit of beautitude lies dead.
Love, in the tyranny of the merciless king
Wafted far distant on apathy's wing;
Still, amid the dreary desert of silent vice
See a few of you, in endless wait for sun-rise.
A rythm divine to bind us to the Earth

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