Sitting On The Platform Benches Alone/ It's A Moonlit Night
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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Sitting On The Platform Benches Alone
I had been thinking about
What this life gave to me
And what it took away from me
Unexpectedly?
I had been about the writ of destiny,
The crisscrosses of fate-lines,
Why are they so
And the bizarre Divine Jurisprudence!
It's A Moonlit Night
The fair moon is shining over,
The rajanigandha sticks stand
They a-bloom in the courtyard
And I in the sweet memory of yours,
Lost Love!
Bu şiiri puanla
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