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Dusty Notes
Things have started from here
Everything was known to me
Chances were lost.
So much darkness in the slippery ground
Identify those two torn petals.
Not to look at mistakes
Memories of bitterness
Still desire soars.
Old furniture, nameless letters
You love to keep them.
We stayed together long ago
Still your heart bleeding.
Old photo frame
Your voice changes
Anyone walk on this gravelly path.
Your grey Saree
The weak shoulder
Heavy breath, pale eyes
Script name on the wall
Note in the slim diary.
As if unknown, scared
One day you have to go back
Where you never want to.
Gopal Lahiri
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