seaside loreA Poem by poddar kushalSeaside loreShe strolled down to sea at dead night. That was the last of her seen, yet. Legends roamed there and giggled with Pebbles. Whispers of darkness were So soft. Smokes of poor men’s fire rose from slams. Wet nets of fishermen glisten Dripping mature sadness on sand. Lights and shades play with a lame dog. So soft.
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17 Reviews Added on March 23, 2008 Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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