Echoes of The Lake
- Mast Culture

- Jul 10, 2025
- 1 min read
By Risa Deb Barma
The runny breeze through my hair,
Leads a path to despair,
It shows a way to the glisten lakes,
Three in total, crossed in faith.
There’s a legend
That they bury the souls of saints,
And give birth to the thoughts of unholiness
As the human heart haunts the echoes of the lake.
By Risa Deb Barma



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