Heat Of Last Winter
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Subhas Chandra Chakra
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Neither you left me
nor my world around me..
The hot tubs
of last winter
still heat
my pots of memories
that sing our albums
of friendly roads
and fighting beds,
The cold mornings
can't penetrate them
they are yet to be frozen.
Still you do not
exist the way you did,
occupy the space inside
you loved always to rule
and never share or divide.
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