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Monday, December 31, 2018

No more rain!

No more rain please!
Please no!

Whenever I meet her
I bring those dreary clouds
who would drench the city
with my little touch
And who would also flood
her school-building.

So, no more rain please!
Please no!

Whenever I meet her
Some words float
While some remain sealed
And half-an hour at once
becomes half-minute.

Kolkata, India

(Translated keeping the original sense. Written back on 23.06.2002)






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