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Sep 2015
reading this morn's newspaper was different
said the father to his son
the prints are loud and bold
alphabets glitter as gold
crystal lucid is the page
and from the balcony,
whee, i can see every tree
without the haze.

the next twenty four days
heΒ Β was joyously rediscovering a world
in the exuberance of one reborn
only missing the car that ran him down
on the twentyfifth morn.
My father died of a road accident on the twentyfifth day after the cataract surgery and i would never forget his elation during that brief period at the restoration of clear vision.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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