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Oct 2018
The old blanket is so hard to discard

dramas have unfolded in its folds
upheavals of winter's orogeny
trills of two birds in ecstatic thrill
to the rest in the ripened knowledge

we have made a home
we have earned it.


In the still of night
under the old blanket
the tales are relived
without a touch
a word..

The old blanket is so hard to discard.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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