Stress Bangla Poems

Heavy and eerie silence reigned therein, 
The dark rooms looking as sullen as mean, 
As if they had taken serious offence 
Against me who had...

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the seed caste onto the stone, and
in seed it is on it's own
never to stretch root, or
finding the thinnest stress to
break through

to 
pregnant ground and
soda

the...

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I am angel of sleep,
I am convoy of
peace,
I worship the
practice rooted very
deep
I cast spells on
your eyelids.
I spread magic dusts
of solemnity,
I erase the pains of
humanity,
I tear...

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