Namrata Das Adhikary Biography

The things are deteriorating,
My heart- it's paining;
My eyes- it's bleeding,
My limbs are swelling-
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I was eight, a man bereft of life
Cradled in his shroud, preparing for a flight;
Into the world where no one would cry,
From mortal to eternal, bidding a goodbye-
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Of lust lost it's pride the day I touched her,
Mind seeking solace with the thoughts of what we're;
Memories contain the realm of Paradise
With you in my heart and a guilt like deice.
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