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May 2012
Everyone but me knows the reality.
Everyone but me follows it regularly.

I had this girl, who would seldom follow.
We were happy, as we both shared the same sorrow.

Now she is happy, asking me to move on.
Reasons unknown, but I carry on !

Where will I keep the sorrow ?

Hitherto unknown, I fall.
Sometimes I wish, she would call !
Arindam Das
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Arindam Das
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   ---, --- and Raj Arumugam
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