An untold and unheard tale Of someone not of much importance, Was set on fire by the Hearts possessed by demonic fiend, That wore the mask of a Kind and socialized gentlemen. The crackling sound of the blaze Was akin to the last few screeches Of a wretched and hollow soul; That echoed until the day break And got lost amidst the Bickering of the engines of the So called modern mechanical world.
Born on 26th of November, 1997 in an Assamese family residing in Guwahati, Rinku Mani Devi grew to be the eldest daughter of the family. An MBA graduate, she started writing poems from class 6 and continued polishing her skills with time. Being an amateur poet, she has co-authored almost 10 anthologies and co- compiled 2 anthologies. Her greatest dream is to be a published poet and bring out her sole poetry book someday and be a distinguished poet.
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