SUDEEP ROYCHOUDHURY Poems

PART 1
The aberration of this moral world,
To the deathly Himalayan ranges,
Where the blood stained wheels of time,
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PART 1

I a buddhist monk, an ascetic disciple,
Walking by the dead foliage and withered leaves,
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The crescent orb was hiding in her mother's womb,
The tranquillized sea not gleaming with silver beams,
No stars shining in the firmament above to follow,
What a night! Looks so gloomy-
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