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ChronicleIn the crowd I saw her face Surging with humanity. No more remembers Her last note In summer evening. Icy silence In frosty night Echoed in my soul. I saw the yellow birds In sea-ward flight Humming sweet song. Waking from oblivion All senses of self Drowned in noise. No one in the street Ready to lie and listen To my sordid story. Gopal Lahiri... Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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