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Gwalior 3

I have loved you
My nose had drawn borders
On your cheek
Waging a quiet battle
To stop for long
Threats of an exile in quietude
Of a solemn river
Lips remained in unison
In dampness
Silence shuddered on unforeseen
Lands.

I have loved you
And your turbulent
Hair that have overshadowed
Our knowing
You closed our eyes
Long back on my stride
Railway tracks in a desert
Riding
Fond dreams
Of birds that would follow us
Again another summer.

by Dr. Amitabh Mitra

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