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Mar 2020
Reclining on a cliff
In the twilight gloom,
I beheld a different world;
Where earthly sufferings can't reach.
The blue expanses expended non-ceasingly.
The waves glittered,
And seemed to be frocking in joy.
A divine voice was chanting,as if
Spatting out what I never heard.
Β Β Then-
Was it or I who felt it
Hey,the waves seemed to make fun of me!
The waves with it's every ripple
Seemed to have an air of mockery!
Was I an alein among them?
Or the vice versa?
Mitali Das
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Mitali Das  27/F/Guwahati
(27/F/Guwahati)   
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     Γ€Ε§ΓΉl and Jayantee Khare
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