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Comments about Gargee Baruah
This moment's rose and that shrill moment,
Head hits back and forward,
The gaudy song on the background
Making me dry from within
As I desperately look for flight.
The woman now switches to another.
The waves lashing now,
Melodiously, in my glass,
My reflection dancing in it
And I look so dramatic and dreamy.
She switches to another song,
An upbeat one, and then,
The ripples create the jazz effect.
I dip my finger in the drink
And a whirlpool drags me down,
The songs all fused together
Cry into a cyclonic noise,