Subhas Chandra Chakra Sad Poems

I bend over and stoop into

The thin water line
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As your round moon face

Bent over bluish water
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Walking along gloomy paths

Of myriads sad poems-
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The shawl of Winter mist
clads the yellow innerwear
the vast expanse of
gold fragrance
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In the moonlit night
bathed in dreams
I wash the crystals
of memories
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Sometimes

Light can't light a room,
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Fear can never

give them courage
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