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Mar 2020
I suppose she
Took that compliment
Or turned it bare like
A barren forest in autumn
Or a deciduous tree in spring's calling
Anyway, she is all I have
Like leaves in Maples
Yellow, gold, brown
As the possums that scurry
In a grave hurry
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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