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The villages of my eyes

a free-verse poetic rambling

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

at the villages of my eyes,
comes a dream every night,
i try to touch it,
i try to feel it,
why it doesn’t respond,
isn’t it real?
well, a dream isn’t a dream,
when you see it.




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Somsubhra Banerjee

Somsubhra Banerjee

Loves mountains, sea waves, old buildings, petrichor, sound of night crickets, haiku, kintsukuroi , books, dogs, silences and also cacophonies!:)

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