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Mar 2020
You sit down and grumble
Sulking about the world
With all its treachery
You should be spared

It's ludicrous you thought
What's happening, shouldn't
a pearl so captivating
a marvel of what was

Now, a life smeared with stained roses
Voyaging in an intricate uncharted territory
peeking, searching  for that speck of what isn't
But once upon, it was
Born
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Born
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       White Widow, Pradip Chattopadhyay, --- and Born
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