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Humence Sans Foetus
From the wilds’ deepest abyss, she arose,To usurp the throne of mystique and flair,Clutching the merry coins in her grasp,To the sorrowful minds of golden Æschere.Embraced by Aphrodite, in lust and shame entwined,Mutilated by glory’s sceptre harsh and cold,Estranged from tales of innocent lore,Amidst the realms of kindergarten and Canterbury.Enshrouded in the ocean’s dusty cloak,Tinged…
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Orion Halo
It was mid-day morn,A man on the terrace stood,Clad in few drapes,Fresh from his bath,Chanting prayersHe swore to uphold daily. With arms folded, he stood,Facing the sun,In prayer.All that could be seen:Him and the celestial orb,Connected by an unseen beam. His arms, folded, were wingsPoised to span wide,To cleave the winds —Yet like a bird…
Shamasis Bhattacharya 