Waiting For You
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Subhas Chandra Chakra
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Remained Awake,
Kept my doors open,
Al-through the night,
Perhaps sometimes
You might resolve
To return to me...
Alas! In the morning
I found the White sheet
Of my infinite awaiting,
Like the shattered heart,
The bed of my nights
Bathed with dreams
Is still like a blank paper
And untouched, Virgin.
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