A Chase After Love - 02
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Subhas Chandra Chakra
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Days passed,
Months passed,
Years of waiting-
For someone might
Turn up a day.
Like a pomegranate
In the mountains high
I had been waiting,
Smiling with mouth open
And my pearls-
dropped one by one,
One after another,
Till the last one
Fell down-
Last afternoon,
This autumn.
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