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Jun 2013
You might as well say
if a mail could aver
you needn’t have come her way
you needn’t have come this far,
to knock on her door
dying to tell her
how much you adore
how without her
even the stars don’t blink
happiness goes afar
rose is no more pink
all beauties macabre,
if a text could ever do it
you needn’t have traveled far
to drown in her your heartbeat
and feel yourself richer.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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