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"A Vain Monsoon"
In every verse that inhabits your mouth,
Like a stranger, asking for directions
In the lanes of an intimate city
Littered with cramped shops,
Streetlights glimmering in latent desire
In your weak, wary eyes.
ritumukherjee10
Jun 241 min read
“For Those Who Walk”
Which border do I cross, I wonder?
Where can I pack my home?
ritumukherjee10
Jun 231 min read
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