Dipankar Das Poems

When you walked the road in the autumnal sun
And felt the need for someone to walk by,
I whispered at your ears, and we felt coming nigh,
When we stood still, all our passion desired to run.
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A midnight's deafening silence, strangled throat
And a ceaseless deadening darkness, blurry eyes...
When one's swollenness doesn't shroud him anymore...,
When he stills himself lying on a daily chair, without table...,
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Many blurred glasses cover eyes,
And the eyes don't see the world...
We are just lost in that deep blurriness...
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