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X-poetry 238. What use is poetry.when there are cries.and wails.within voices. Without you.it's so lonely.and forbidden.as though spoken .words remain no more. No more can a poetry.strike its rhythm . My lost terrain.dies each day. ©Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poets #reader

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X-poetry237. I do not want to die .in your blood so cold.need one more chance.for survival. I have been a fool.to think that.your presence would.calm my heart. The heat has .stayed on.a collaboration .between stories. He who writes .is forgotten.©Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poets

X-poetry 236. I've always retained.the most .beneficiary thing.in me. To you.it might have been.a forsaken .a dilapidated illusion . Far away they sleep.the mountains .and the stream.the forest. I'm lost.within my own paradigm.©Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poets #reader

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X-poetry 235. I feel the voice .within me cry.I know my inner urge.far away.the mountain lies.further away .the stars. I hear the song.that emerges.a song.a love satire . Lend me your hand.I mean to walk .with you.in dreams.and my passion.®Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poets #reader

X-poetry 234. You have tried to.betray me.belittle me.deface me.mock me .in front of my friends. Call me worthless - junk. I did not protest.I did not resist .I did not defend myself. I simply lay between .a vampire and the wretched.©Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poets #reader

X-poetry 233. The river has no beginning .no end.only the .Twinkle twinkle little star. Which end .must I travel.I have no one to guide me.Lord - show me the way. The river .my sanctuary .and yet.a lost paradise . I humbly dissolve into .the night.©Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poet

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X-poetry232. Listen to me.He said -.Hear me speak.the truth .You ask me What.Where is my mother.She. you see her. she.The woman. She protected me.fed me - she stood by me.She did not give me life - okay.she saved it. I've no mother.I am not an orphan.©Shyamal K' Das.#authors

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X-poetry231. Route away.my unsung destination.if I've .ever loved you. Sing away .the past route.if ever .I've fallen for you. I do not know.how far.the desert lies.and when the oasis dry up. It only matters me.a dying star.once in a .moonless night.©Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poet

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X-poetry 230. Could it be light .I was searching for -.or you. The darkness.verifies existence .my existence is the song.of yesteryears.which does not remain. The change in me.is only a remembrance.or else.I wouldn't have existed.at all.©Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poets #reader

X-poetry 229. Remembering .the night to come.how long -.the whisper .and the moon.lost for ever .my words forbid.forbidden. The night comes alone.the wish of a lonely woman.in search. In search of a soul. Afar a rhythm .the cry of the ocean.©Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poets #book

X-poetry 228. The verse in you.tells a tale.unknown to many.yet unknown to me. With the sun on your eyes.and the river flowing by.your looks are a horizon .distant away . Tell me a story.your smiles in the wind.miles away.to the ever green.©Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poets #book

X-poetry 227. Something is burning.I can smell the smoke.something is burning. It's surely is burning.the soil - the sky.How many eyes. They are burning.right in front of me.their body - my dreams. Make no mistake.it's burning - my home.©Shyamal K' Das.#authors #poets #book #Read

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