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Walking down the solitary lane He kept on searching for the beautiful dame For many years, as harsh time went, Loneliness destroyed that sensuous scent Fat skin though made him a cruel casanova As his estranged mind wandered Pursuing for the ravishing diva And one day, he saw, as he suddenly stood by It was her with her pout, smiling on a high, That beauty mole was still there on her soft chin Inviting him to dance, love, kiss and rejoice within.. Blurred vision it was, as his heart turned cold... Veil of intense illusion can also be bold Sometimes causing scorching pain.. Copyright © 2014 Indranil Bhaduri