Long Nights Of Rain
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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In the long nights of rain
You come to haunt me.
I've never set my eyes on you,
Yet your fragrance permeates
My whole being.
You the woman of my making
Born in my imagination
Chiseled in my dream
A figment of my yearning soul.
I never knew when my heart you stole!
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