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Apr 2014
The wind blew as though it would never take rest;
The bird flew and gave his best,
Amidst everything I felt lonely,
I thought of him; i missed him only.
Though not a human being, yet very human-like was he,
And undoubtedly, very dear to me.
He was a dog, as they say,
And now the pain will endure, oh: it may,
Now life will start once more,
As normal as it was before,
But will I always remember my faithful friend?
Oh yes, indeed, till the very end.
Trinayana Panda
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Trinayana Panda  Calcutta, India
(Calcutta, India)   
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