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3 Trivenis by Sambit Kumar Pradhan

Artwork by Rohini Sant


The ink insists upon verses,

The paper waits for stories,

In Your absence, all's blank.


Old Malady

Words sometimes just won't stop

Old malady of the subconscious

Do tell me if I begin to bore You.



Merely a piece of ink marked paper

Yet holds within it a touch, a scent

Your postcard from years ago, still...


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