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In the catacomb
lies the book
undusted,flipping pages
across
folds of time…
in sepulcher
rest myriad thoughts
buried emotions
locked inside the heart’s vault’
in labyrinth , like a untangled mesh
they lived weltered
amidst the scallop of mess…
kabbalistic
the epitaph on the stone
reclines in slumber
the manuscript.
soumyav 