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Flight at the land of clouds

By : Parthajit Borah

I was flying high in the sky like a bird
Pouring all the whitish cloud in the mind.
Two wings of mine sail like the seagull
whispering of clouds buffered my zeal.
Rainbow and its fresh shine coloured
my soul whilst I marked in the boundless horizon in search of engraving love.

I wish I stood near the heaven
Busy for the arrangement of my funeral.
I smelt my bodily odor confirmed
my existence but l lost my human sense.
I was melting in the nowhere
losing my dreams and deeds.
Now I am the kinsman of clouds
whom I surrendered all.

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