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Jul 2014
I know* she says what you aspire,
if I go earlier
not long will you wait
To find a new mate.


Surely not dear I reply
I too will die
and if not,
in that unbearable pain
will go insane.


I know better.

This morn only
saw my male budgie
cosying easily
to his new companion.

Can’t bear to be long

Forlorn!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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