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A Poem
That was a such a long time back
and the nights knew nothing
of the kothi at the end of
sand dunes.
Even time whispered with
the storm as it passed by
touching its many nuances.
There are too many hurts that I
have traced to closed doors.
There are too many times that
I think of you, again!

– Dr. Amitabh Mitra
August 3, 2003
 
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