Nizam Biswas Poems

No matter how remote do i trot,
The urban cloud of network
Lurks over me
Haunts me the most
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The day this blue terrace shall tear apart
And no more the days linger light
As ether faces its oblivion, so eminent
Trashes, therefore, stink of rotten laptops
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Last year it happened to rain on the same day
This year too, cluster of rain was flying to the North
With vapor within to pour down on towns, dashing against the hill
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