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Apr 2016
For whom do I study?
For whom do I think?
For whom does the melody
Is being played in the rink?
For you my mind goes
To write something.
Not about a lady but a rose.
I feel like a king in this world of poetry
Where all are blurred except you and me.
Srijita Gupta
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Srijita Gupta  Kolkata, India
(Kolkata, India)   
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