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Hot And Cold
Here is the ocean
And also I
With insatiable longings
In the way of destruction
With own griefs.
We are not able to
Withdraw ourselfs
From the barracks
Of the enemies
That are in our rooms.
I am in the ocean
And the ocean is with me
And the distress we faced
As we used to blow
Hot and cold at a time.
poem
by
Gajanan Mishra
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