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Jul 2011
Oh! Winter I request thee please come back
To err is human cut me some slack
For what happened between us started as a lover's spat
And I was more than willing to work on that.
Then you became too cold and I almost froze
I needed warmth hence spring I chose.

Spring and me was this one-time thing
It meant nothing; it was a stupid little fling
I was thinking about you the whole time I swear
Your absence is killing me; the grief is too much to bear.

You were fantastic, marvellous and cool
Still I went for spring I was a fool
It lured me with its flowery tranquil gait
But now I know its tricks, albeit a bit too late.

Spring left me high and dry to sulk in this summer
It’s horrible and sweaty and life is a ******
My world is barren no poetry or prose in soul
Angels left with spring and the devil summer is taking its toll
One of my earlier works
Soma Mukherjee
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