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The world has sent him early to his bed

The doors kept ajar partly disclose truths..

A world apart, ages apart, half known.

The night of difference that will crawl in

His dreamscapes shall live till he understands.

The bed grows short, time endless and night birds

Rise to the juncture of a blue moon.

He grasps the panes of window of a pain.

Night smiles to indulge in delights of world.

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loves to write and read, dies to have your friendship.Here is my short bio:Kushal Poddar (1977- ) resides in the city of Kolkata, in the state of West Bengal, India. He began writing poems at the age of six in his vernacular Bengali. He begins pr

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