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In search of life
I could remember the scenario
A sloping deep green lawn
A winding road of smooth gravel
Open shrubbery, close wood-walk
She used to sit on a chair
Her depressing eyes
Her flamingo white dress
Her silent despondence stood out.
I could not discern the reason
Her assiduous attention
Was it want of spirit
Want of elegance, want of grace?
My greed and impetuosity
She bore no ill-will.
In sigh and dismay
She scorned to accept my hand
Tall trees shut out the entrance
In pursuit of love I got puzzled
Her constant discontent, lack of courage
Put me in a scrape, drove me in frenzy.
She was there in scorching sun
Blast of winter could not ruffle her
Her tender fingers gathered grief
She was perhaps in search of life.
Gopal Lahiri…..
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