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Brook Murmurs

I am made of layers

Some prayers, some barriers

I flow deep and fast,

Moon beam, how vast!

I am not a body river,

I drown the soul!

I am not a common wine,

I am a chardonnay of brine fine.

I take colours with me,

Where on the banks lies a tree.

I love the flow,

Which takes the pearls

And makes the nightingale glow.

Bhat Mubarak

B.A (Honours) History

Batch of 2025

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