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Aparna Chatterjee
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Morning
Afternoon
Evening
Night
Four times
He called
Every day
To say that
He was alright
And to check if
His parents were
Okay....
But now
Even though
His parents
Don't feel okay,
And will probably
Never feel alright
He's not there
To call them
Morning, afternoon
Evening and night
'Cause he has
Vanished into thin
Air, after putting up
A deadly fight to dodge
Death's lethal bite, but
When his chest felt tight,
He went out of sight,
Boarding life's final flight.
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