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Mar 2014
All night it throbbed in his head
Dug into his sleep with a ruthless *****
Nailed him delirious dreams’ recurring theme
His words had all along failed him!

A fool he was to think he spoke only the right
Used the most appropriate in all of his write
That his words showed them brutally bared
His thoughts with other minds all the while shared!

He sank his fevered head inside the wash basin
How he wasted himself being an egoistic machine
Absorbed too long in his mindless impart
Of word’s deemed bounty born dead at birth!

A shameful gratitude brought his eyes tears
They cared not to tell him all these years
Vain was their wait for the face of his dream
Was never revealed *his words failed him!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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