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Sep 2013
I never noticed,
turned away my face,
in your eyes
has survived a place.

The rain has dried up,
they are now arid,
love's seed is lost in ****.

But it's there,
in your eyes one last place
holding the relics of the world's loveliness!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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