Sunday Poems by Anshuparni Biswas

STAGNANT

Looking through the glass of water Counting the thirst of mirage, Figuring the burns of shells Depicting the fire under coverage.

Hope and sorrow go hand in hand Until the sun wakes up, Dressing the wounds again and again- Calibrating the spirit of dove.

Thinking about the nature of catastrophe Merging the knots of fear, Assassinating the range of evil Why not stand alone to be mere?

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