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Mar 2014
Each couple is stopped on the way
this March spring hour
with the city attired at its best
with gulmohar and flame of the forest
in mad bloom of yellow and red
and the hand touches each head
adorned with the season's flower

blessed be your love
blessed be your luck


and most of them yielded
to the blessings of the ******!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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