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Nov 2013
As if in a dream, he passes through that street
his days of youth walked most, bitten by the  lovebug;
a dear face of the past, from an open window of mind, peers,
those  tear filled eyes, still ask "Tell me why, oh! why?"
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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