ANKIT MOHANTY Poems

Those Combing coiffed hairs
with a fine elegant mirror
a ravishing replica,
caught my ogle optic to just endure,
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Peeping through the windows of my broken eye lance
I found a dark cloud flooded with heavy tense.
Rupturing the screen of these empty frames
These tears murmur a drying sense.
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See the tides enrolling me in its waves
see the tides inviting me to its graves..
Let my soul free from this corpsed body.
Please don't burn under the woods if ready..
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Two fingers for a single rose
One to plug petals and other to get gush by thorns.
Two unlike fingers on a single rose
Not to hold but for different purpose
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