Last night you came in my dreams With that crooked smile, That tilt of head, You asked me, “Do you love me still?” I thought of the lonely springs, The younger smitten me, Waiting for the phone to ring. The unsent messages Written and rewritten Begging to see you once again You were wild and […]...

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Proma Bhattacharya

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