Without Waiting
In a desolate corner of the graveyard
I found a memorial stone.
Inscribed "Lawrence,4 hours,
Opened his eyes to the squalor around,
Shed a dropp of tears at the misery,
And closed his eyes"
Without waiting for the love to blossom,
Without a care for the bud
Blooming in his mother's eyes!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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