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Pravat Kumar Padhy


crescent moon
in the mid-way sky
in her loneliness
she counts the stars
thickening shadow of the night


along the shore
life blooms as if
to float again…
kids collect empty shells
refilling sand with smiles


rough border
the breeze carries
the fragrance
of the morning flowers
across the rusted wires


warm ecstasy
of a mysterious journey
closely watches the first fruit
ripened for Adam and Eve



joyful whales
on the silvery surface
calmness of the sea
shockingly discovers
thick splits of blood layers

the bud
yet to see the sunlight
in foggy morning
she steps ahead
into the pain of frozen evening


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