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| -Bhim Parjol |
Mist of tears- golden sorrow
brought drought upon you,
Threshing hails of Kin
Cools the frost
me- evidence !
Stream of repressed quest
Brighten the evidence
For sake to be brighten
brought the tough red
hiding the blackest will-
Govern the soul
Guides the transaction
rubs the way
Remain silent
Underneath
revolves- simultaneously
the end- the beginning
bright to the Dark
soft to Sharp
Clouds the top hills
Sink the chin
Consoles...
Putting back
new film runes the screen of forehead
Pen walks slowly
I find myself Imprisoned
You too- the same
Lets go together
To be Imprisoned.
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