by Raju Baruah
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AR-SA">With the melancholy of glimpse
You closed the door of fragmentary hope
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Dust and dream
In the whirls of whim
Scattered in the horizon of candle light smoke
Hardships of life sculpts my countenance
The lone string still waiting for the touch
The unsound utterance still booming
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Still in distraught in the dawn of intolerance yearns.
Last updated May 19, 2012