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Beloved
You come
Streaming
Through…
The window
Like the
Morning
Sunlight.
You come
Beaming
Through…
The window
Like the
Evening
Moonlight.
I get bathed
In your light.
Feel so
Pure and
Pristine
Like the
Dawn
That
Heralds
A new
Beginning.
Who are you?
Who am I?
I remain your
Beloved poet
And you, my
Beloved poetry.
poem
by
Aparna Chatterjee
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