Tag: Debasish Mishra
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Dwelling with Death
After my father died I became jealous of every unorphaned child who held thecalloused arm of her dad in one…
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River
A river flows from my eyes every nightand the moss settled on the banksmakes the myopia of myths The world…
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Beyond Death
Pain is a seedwhich grows with timeand spreads its brown branchesover the bonesand sheds its leavesin the rivulets of bloodtill…