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Feb 2017
The sun is burning in my veins
The rain has gone insane.
Saturation pours over my head
The liquid dreams have left a hazy shade.

A bitter taste to all the rest
Green smokes fill-up the sky.
At the heaven's gate with scribbled fate
Nothing seems to be alright

Spirits come and touch our soul
Make us scream aloud.
All the healers are the sinners,
Covering all my senses with a shroud.

The third eye is blinded
But the core soul is enjoying
An indifferent laugh on the face of living
But, in the end,
It made no difference.
Gourab Banerjee
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Gourab Banerjee  28/M/Naihati
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