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Monday, September 24, 2012

She

She never knew what poetry is or could be
She just cooked food
             cleaned house
thought how to make some money
so that she can run her family.

Now she got me;
who was aberrant and weird
half-mad most of the time
passionate and uncontrolled
intense and insane

She got someone 
whom she never understood
As she never understood this insane "me"
She never understood poetry and love. 

Kolkata, West Bengal.

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