The Enduring
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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She has made endurance a habit
The blaze of passion is long gone
Her fallen hair on the cold bed sheet
Says she's with me but all alone.
Long nights we have to travel
She and me with love burnt out
The way ahead is hard to sail
Strewn with alienation and doubt.
She knows the only thing she has to do
Anything else will break her heart
Is to relive the memories to sail it through
Till death does her apart.
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