The Stretched Hands Poem by TADASHA TRIPATHY

The Stretched Hands

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The stretched hands
Towards me
Are not going to bag
Before me but came to
Make me bagger,
I found it latter
When I saw it with
The vision borned from
Deep thought.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: visionary
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TADASHA TRIPATHY

TADASHA TRIPATHY

Sonepur, ODISHA< INDIA
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