Dwindled Dawn

Poem By Pragyan Dutta

Ink of fog that i wear on misty morning
The prism of infinite spectrum that divide my sadness

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Ink of fog that i wear on misty morning
The prism of infinite spectrum that divide my sadness
Appreciating my subtle nuances, detach it's numerous strands
Peppy summons to make my life of equal harbor of a secret center
Weeping for the flower of dwindled dawn
Rise in the heart and gathered through the eyes of some divine despair
The wizard of Oz and it's wand of snakes played it's tale
No matter how long it took but doesn't met my gaze

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