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Sep 2016
Its not a affair of a fortnight
As the journey begins
The day I come up with my senses.
A keen eye
That never defines anything else but beauty!
The way I grow up
Its never been a single day
I was on the bed of roses!
But I'm there
As there's a promise to destiny.
That someday I'd a lover
And,I keep it.-25.09.2015
Gourab Banerjee
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Gourab Banerjee  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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