Blue Mountain
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Parting the smoked ness
Piercing the glass screen
Flying over the meadow
Skimming across the valley,
They reach the lake
That placidly holds
Reflections of the blue mountain!
So fast they reach
The alpine heights
And beyond…
My eyes roaming the desktop!
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