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I always believed in this train
That stole our thoughts
And traded them with
And I wondered if only
The train had such windows
Where the sky would creep in
And flood us
The desert outside would never be the same
The Chambal river tracking the sun
Would have traced you as always
Many a times
Before, do you remember
I had scaled
This river, the desert, another sky
Just to see you.

by Dr. Amitabh Mitra

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