Pragyan Dutta Poems

The history you wrote with your sour and tales of lies
You may pace me in the sheer mud
But I 'll Rise.....
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Ink of fog that i wear on misty morning
The prism of infinite spectrum that divide my sadness
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The clutch of thoughts couldn't bind her,
Her radiant eyes, grave face and hands was on her sword-hilt
Drifted her head high
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All around the hurdle
All around the terrace
Every puff i took,
Act as a scent of death.
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Lights of absence wants to take part of your memory
Pendulous memories shined like a solitaire in the celestial sphere
A slave to tootsies, haiku wits get together
By not seeing the patch of velvet
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Sometimes our karma acts like an volunteer harlot
Sometimes enough is just almost enough
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