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The Dark boon
The sun rises and sets everyday,
An unbroken cycle of hope .
An awakening of expectations
None understands my sensation.
laying again beneath the thornes
Pain grows deep inside
Diving down deep into lorn;
Faking smiles outside.
Singing without a tune
Trying hard to find a rune.
Death has become my truth
My birth was not a boon.
_Barnita karmakar_
An unbroken cycle of hope .
An awakening of expectations
None understands my sensation.
laying again beneath the thornes
Pain grows deep inside
Diving down deep into lorn;
Faking smiles outside.
Singing without a tune
Trying hard to find a rune.
Death has become my truth
My birth was not a boon.
_Barnita karmakar_
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