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May 2020
I walk through the airport exit
All of my bags are in place
So I pick them up hastily

The flight had all the sandwiches
Champagne, I could ask for in first class
Maybe, a cosy hotel reservation now

Maybe, I flew around the world
To know I missed you and your flowers
Or to get rid of the **** weeds growing in my garden all this time
Based on a dark comedy.
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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