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May 2016
She had but one little heart
Young and impressionable-
A soft heart of wax
That had great promise for love.
She bequeathed it to a man
Who had exceedingly hot hands
And couldn't care to wear gloves
As he went ahead alternately
Burning and reshaping it.
"Am I perfect now? " She asked
Her eyes bright and expectant
"No, my dear," He replied
"Just a little longer and you'll be. "
She smiled and kissed him happily
As her heart burned and burned,
Resplendent in his flaming hands,
Little sufferings getting oxidized,
Till one fine day, those hot hands
Had nothing to burn and shape.
Kastoori Barua
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Kastoori Barua  In the Woods
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