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Sep 2016
That day
I'm passing through
Down memory lane
So many memories
Met me again
Whom I hurt once
    "      I blame
Those I love most
My near,dear ones
As time passed
I grow up
Leaving them behind
I'm in search of Divine
Not of Superior
  "    that God
It's just money'
That I think my abode
So silly I'm
Today I can realise
But,no way
Now I'm paralysed
Lying on deathbed
I'm really alone-Written on 31.08.2012,Friday
Gourab Banerjee
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Gourab Banerjee  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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   Doug Potter
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