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Dec 2013
how was life all these years?

I stumbled on her under drifting cloud.

they passed well,
a steady family
and all that comes with

and yours...

as good as it could
stable, solid...

if she was digging my face
I wouldn't let her
for she seemed quite unlamenting,
I wouldn't have her see
the void!

I looked up
she too

and only the cloud was knowing

the clouds they parted
in rains
rolling down...

there was now no hiding the pain!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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