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Waste
Something in me always tells me
While you are looking down
The clouds tired of waiting
Fly away with all that’s precious
While you are typing away
Reams upon reams of wastes
The sun tired of waiting
Goes down in the west
Not a day not a month
You know not
It’s been so for so many years
That they are decaying in wait
All the time expecting you to look up
Agonizingly and in vain
…………………………..
you never looked up
you never had time
till came the day end
when like the tired wings of a butterfly
you came to rest…
with your dreams dead!
poem
by
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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