Obscure Sorrows

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Goirick Brahmachari portrays a mystifying labyrinth of human connections through a subliminal & enchanting poem; do read.

Strange it is how strangers meet
On lonesome lines and pages
Unarranged on crowded streets
In hope and hate and rages.

No rain in this weary cold
Only this wounded living
Trains go by and we grow old
Forgetting, almost reaching.



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