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Nov 2016
Throughout the day
We talk to each-other.
Still so many things
Left untold.
An unknown bond
We can't break.
You say
I listen!
It seems to be the ear-plates are thirsty of
Ages long.
My eyes
They also bear the thirst of desert.
They all became calm
By this moment of converse.
You're mine
I'm yours
Starting to the end.-04.11.2013
Gourab Banerjee
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Gourab Banerjee  New Delhi
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