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Monday, September 5, 2011

A Hundred Thousand Dreams


Stare at the night
and its subtle beauty
the only thing alive here
are the men on duty
you can hear faint sound
sounds of babies scream
covered under the whisper
of hundred thousand dreams



Author : Prashanta Ojha posted on - 4:37 PM
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