Sitting By The Fireside
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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Sitting by the fireside
Sometimes during the winter nights
Warming against the chill and mist
Together with the youngest brother
I still remember all that but silently,
This year the winter is knocking at
With the bleak hope and desolate ruffle
But he is not there to sit and share.
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