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Sep 2015
the few days it lived
it clung to my feet

it grew fond of me
and i fond of it.

weakly and frail
only skin and bone

in its dying eyes
love brightly shone.

its raised broken tail
faintly soft mew

conveyed to tell
i simply love you.

then it lay wide eyed
from pain peacefully
saying silently

*won't you touch me?
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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