Don'T Put Blame On Me
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Neela Nath Das
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Neither on my tender heart
It's your baritone voice
That played the staple part.
It came like an age old hymn
Or the utterance of a priest
An ancient recital of first love
That I could not resist...
Billion times are spoken these
Eight letters of emotion
But as you said i compelled
To break my mental prison!
Three key words thus unlocked me
Set me free in the sky.
Like a sea hawk I am flying
High and high and high!
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