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When she died, I thought I'd just grow old Shutting myself in the old house alone,with memories and the mirror that she had looked in one bright day like gold in the miser's chest.

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krishnapachegonkar

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Aug 19, 2014

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Notes: published in 'Illustrated Weekly of India ; Guest Editor;Nissim Ezekiel, October 1984 / Times of India publication-Bombay
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