Dream
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Subhas Chandra Chakra
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On the banks of
Streams of the mountain-
In the morning or the evening
What is so intimate
And Craving for me,
And fills so much craziness...
That's the dream,
Young and Nascent,
Tender and pleasant,
Touches the core of me
Secretly, in those moments
Of torturing silence and hollowness.
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