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Jan 2014
Leaving the papyrus for me
she leaves for the river.

Don't follow me
she says
instead
pick up my pages
unread


and with that

she goes with the river wind.

the papyrus
scattered on her trail
before I could pick them all
fly with her

to the river!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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