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Bipurna Tara


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28 february 2012

Love

I am under a tree
Feeling alone
Whistling a sadistic song
And There is me and no one.

A ripen leaf is falling down
Slowly, So slowly
But I did not care it.
So it landed pitifully

it landed miserably friends
And it landed miserably.

A yellowed leaf Or old
That made me ponder a long
" Why people hate the old ones"
And i shout to say wrong.

And I shout to say wrong friends
And I shout to say wrong.

None is there
Alone is I or The leaf
And for our silent feelings
Everyone is deaf.

So I pick up the leaf
And see
It is faded
As the love of me.

We two with heart broken hearts
Sorry friends, now busy in flirts.






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