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Aug 2013
Back from work,
Each object within
I take out from my bag,
Once again putting them in
The next day to work.

Nothing unusual about it
Except that at times
When I empty my bag,
A fleeting thought comes,
Maybe tomorrow
My bag will be as empty
As the space I vacate.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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