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Mar 2015
Another old tomcat is sinking
all over him is the scar of weather
and I know it’s about time
death brings him a breather.

He was never my pet
but mingled with them
to live on their crumbs’ diet
and be loved
without a name.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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