Made a hole in the heart-
A primitive crying
Flashes in the twilight.
Tremble the moments;
Flock of birds encircles
The deep lake,
Submerged in the calm water.
Do I so senior,
Senior as the falling sing!
Someone call in the dark
With noble voice,
From the far bank;
I twist myself
To the core of the star.
Touches the primitive crying
To my entity.
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__sanjibsaha Aniketa
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