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A Few Drops of Silver

by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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My ink flows
Through the night
Dark, heavy, onerous -
The frozen pain melts,
Loneliness stretches arms,
Tries to hold walls, roof, the sky, the moon
High tides rise in placid waters,
Take the shape of a river,
Flowing through me,
Carrying the darkness
Amassing the corners.
Words are drenched, walk
Leaving their bare footprints,
In black and blue...
Out of the window, I look up to the moon
A few drops of silver!  


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