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Sunday, August 12, 2018

That pen

I am looking for that pen
that I have used to bleed my heart!

Have you seen my pen mom?
Have you seen my pen di?

I looked for the pen
at every nook and corner of my house.
The pen which can identify me in the crowd
The pen which can separate me from thousands "me"
I am looking for that pen!
I am loving only that pen!

Lucknow, India

(Translated from the Bengali poem; dated: 13.07.2003)

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