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Dec 2017
Hope
Is a feather lurking on a stem
From the bird that left for a foreigner wind
Whispering to you but you can barely hear,
"Go back, I have nothing to give you..."
Hope is catastrophe. It's ruse.
Srijani Sarkar
Written by
Srijani Sarkar  17/F/India
(17/F/India)   
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