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Yours....
The propaganda, which I've achieved, is yours.
The theory of life, that I've got, is solely yours.
This piteous life once had become worthless,
But, lastly I conquered.
Now, it placates me- and I think,
It should be claimed as your kindness and your immensurable dedication.
I know, you are beautiful but a plain-looking.
I am just a plain-spoken fellow.
If our hearts would meet with each other,
It would be a moment of unspeakable joy, full of sweetness, and it would be mellow.
My every word always implicates you, and you know it.
I will always bear this probity.
I never live in insincerity.
That's why, I always put it down in every single line of my verse,
and I still try to use too many words (only for you) .
Yes, this life is fully indebted to you.
It's yours.
Yes, yours………..
poem
by
Bibhakar Dutta
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