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Poetry – Ankit Dey
When people leaves us
When people leave us, faith becomes like a piece of broken glass.
As much as you go to grab and fix it,
red colour spreads in your hand.
When a crack makes space into relationship,
Winter puts boroline on his lips.
The white roses are scream loudly,
Loneliness accumulates on the pillows and the bed sheets.
When people leaves us certainly,
the blood on the feet rises to the head.
When people leaves without any saying,
then Art remains like a true friend.
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