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Let me be lost forever before I meet you
As I am firm in my belief that you may wither
Much before I see you.
For several years my vain expectation
Has adored an unshaped rider on horse back
More beautiful than the beauty itself
Harnessing towards ruthless deviation of an upturned soul.
Time ticks my life second
With chasing wave of drudgery,
Hamstrung, all the delicious chart of happiness
Sinks in abound penury,
In grave want of your soft wealth.
Youth had come in prime and lingered
Sometimes with full ray, sometimes flickered,
Then travelled between ought, or and may
Burying all determinations under your sliding feet.
Now those bygone years
Flying like flies on hopes’ grave,
Silent, sagacious and experienced,
Yearn for a single lamp on life altar
With assuring light of life better,
Now or later, my life starter.

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Shuvo Chakraborty

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