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“PRITHA” NABAKANTA BARUA (From—-“From The shake Of a clean face”)

July 5, 2015

Let be allowed this day’s light be in secret

not be  able to blossom, nor they be get chance

This youth flowers or these young ladies

This blossoming has covered under an eternal curtain

Still this day light

come to me as a sweet fragrance

Your shirts my tops

get mixture in this mud

Let all the moments be in times shade

of my lonely Sun.

I will take my bed in dark as  Sun kept all her truth by treasure

Please don’t awake me.By touch by HIM

This is MOTHER’s enter.

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