Daipayan Nair

Our world…

World hides its monstrosity In being silver around night's chest World easily presaudes World changes color like we do World lends a hand, heavy like society Coiling what's night with…

Martyr’s Futile Tenure

Let's not extend it to an 'end'; your lips, thirty two barricades for my fleet I once had whiskeys of your sigh, I had laughed off the ice Beyond the…

I Am The Last Crop

My harvest without a red bell From my farm Beneath the well Watching those eyes burn Even when few clouds assist And few turn soft pillows Making it my debt…

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