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THE DARK CHAMBER


In the silence of darkness,

Tracing an iota of light,

Cut off from the world, at large;

In a world teeming with brightness,

I woke up to nothingness.


A sudden dot of light

Fell on the floor,

A brave new ray

Entered through a hole.

Mad dust,

Dancing

To the rhythm of randomness.

Is that the beauty of light?

Or a repetition of madness?

—Bhaskar Saikia


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