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Jul 2013
How many are there
That can quietly put up with death
Stoically going through the pain
A stubbornness to make death envious
Of life and the living!
How many are there
That can count up to end
Breathes where others see death
Holds on when there seems nothing to hold onto
As if to tell, β€˜life is no pity, it’s dignity’!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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