This poem was conceived and written in collaboration.
Co Authors : Marcel Top, Ayesha M.Ali and Budhaditya Chattopadhyay
The mist in the distance has already subsided,
The insects retreat too ,
the stream is lonely and serene.
The black boat floats, in lonely vigour.
How dear these twilights when a passion for desires took hold.
O ignorance! O madness! How inconsolably scarlet are those dreams of ours
Before our eyes a boundless wall of red,
Shot through by sudden streaks of jagged pain!
Then a slow-gathering darkness overhead,
O vision of my city, Yesterday you lay anew,
Tomorrow you’ll be dusty,
Ever at the end of your road, Meet me there then,
the hour of dying
BEFANTASTIC 
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