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Valsa George
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An alien amid noises of coming and going
of revelry and roistering,
of insolent comments and vulgar jest,
of affected style and cocky bluster,
dumb among inebriate men,
deaf to their rising palaver,
in a corner sat he at the party,
pining to share inarticulate thoughts,
yearning to meet a face dear to heart,
eyes surveying every nook,
like the one searching for the treasure,
lost in a heap of rubbles.
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