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Mar 2014
It must be very ******* her

the bird she cared deeply loved
has found a new pasture.

*but be my dear once a bird
grow on you a wing
know the ache hurts so hard
when stuck within iron ring!

tended well fed the best
the wings still must try
still must deem it a complete waste
times spent flightlessly dry!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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