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অস্পৃশ্য কবিতা
অস্পৃশ্য কবিতা
Sudhir Mallik
My poetry,
Stops every evening at
This platform of a half-town.
No, not for a local train
Nor for a mail train
My poetry will never go to any distant country.
Seeing her sun hides it face in the cave of a mountain
Broken clouds too cover the moon.
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