Words In Dream
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Pallab Chaudhury
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Some words crystallise into a poem…
In idle hours of a day-
The body searches for a shadow-mat!
When the overhead sun pierces down
Through the gaps of green leaves
And percolates into ear-drum
The mind rushes like an eagle
Leaving the surcharge junks;
It surprises the silent noon…
So, I think-
Some words sound too in dream…
Date: 27-08-2017.
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