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Hunger-Felt Scream

And a Perpetual Search

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The last sip of wine, a devoured touch on my taste-bud,
After the roasted chicken, pulled pork mixture and smashed potato burp,
The table remained full of leftovers and untouched dishes-
Mutton, loaves of bread, veggies, deserts, layers of rice, and unknown platters. Oh, crap!
That’s enough, let it rot in the gutter!
Coming back to my room, I let my head…




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Suntonu Bhadra

Suntonu Bhadra

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