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Jan 2017
And this backdrop of a battlefield
is set in this parasitic wilderness
My unabated whimpers for attention
harvested and blown away
just like that,
into the wind,
chaff-like,
Swept into the nooks of
empty harvest homes
reeking of dead moss and tired stones,
nothing left to drink
except for
what I have sown
Written by
Ishani Behera
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