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Oct 2017
Alone at last in the dead of night,

he reaches for her under their threadbare existence

with one clammy hand.

She dutifully obliges.



Alone at last in the dead of night,

the girl is sound asleep;

the tiara is still askew on her head

after the day’s rabid celebration.



Alone at the last at the dead of night,

the boy takes the unrelenting road

out of the town.

And towards new adventures.



Alone at last at the dead of night,

the dog sheds its skin

and howls at the moon.
Tamal Kundu
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Tamal Kundu
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   Toriana
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