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AB (6th January,1960. / West Bengal, India)

972: Untitled...

I woke up to a beautiful morn,
Drenched in the overnight rain,
Every leaf dripping wet,
As you used to in my love,

With or without you,
I want to live, in spite of you,
Am sad no more,
I am out of my amour.

(June 4,2006)

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One can hear the beats of your heart in this one.... you drench the reader with each of your words.... God Bless those souls who hurt this way!
i read this one when you wrote it but could not bear to comment. these lines make me cry.. 'I woke up to a beautiful morn, Drenched in the overnight rain, Every leaf dripping wet, As you used to in my love....' thats poetry from the heart.. true and pure but you know what? I wish.. and pray you become ordinary once again.. no.. i dont want you to be a poet.. not like this amit.. not at this great cost...
Interesting piece....well scripted......