On The Last Day
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Feel a scare
Every time I change the calendar
When on the last day of each month
I turn the page
Take it to the next day
Though today is still there.
I feel a little flutter
Seeing before me the next day
Only number content unknown
And mutter
What if I ain’t there, hey?
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