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Ujjal Mandal Dec 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India
6th December 2020

Where are you, all?
Come and dip me
In the hues of poetry.
I want to die in poetry.
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

we are all the
fragile drawings
of each souls
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

A restless mind is like
The snaky line of shattered
Clouds in the sky.
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

When the winter morning sheds
thick tears,
None but the sun comes to
weep
Her tears out as a mother
does when the child cries.
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

The sun is the beauty of the day
As like the dancing waves in the blue bay.
Ujjal Mandal Nov 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India

Good Night!
With Bright
Dream
Like Cream
I Wish
This
To you
My golden hue!
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