ANSHUMAN ACHARYA Poems

wind broken by mountains, mountains cut by rivers
man is but only flesh and bones
for every caesar lurks behind a brutus
welcome to the game of thrones;
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Day broke through the window,
mind ceased to play…
awakened to an abominable lull across a tyndalled glow,
Its yet another gloomy Sunday;
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My benevolent, My benefactor,
O mercy Divine.
What purpose cometh thy Creation hither,
What cosmic plan, or Great Escape of thine.
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