Crumpled feelings do not have respite
When the numerous creases hide pain
They stride across the heart frantically
The melancholic soul composes a dirge
Flowing ink leads them to a resting place
They are accepted between the blank pages©
Crumpled feelings do not have respite
When the numerous creases hide pain
They stride across the heart frantically
The melancholic soul composes a dirge
Flowing ink leads them to a resting place
They are accepted between the blank pages©
Amitav Chowdhury 
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Thank you.
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Welcome
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All in a life accepted…
Beautifully tender..
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Thank you, Taruna. 🙂
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