Mar 22, 2012

When near she was

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kaachhe jobe chhilo

When near she was, I failed to go to her
When she left, I realised her absence

When the oarsman waited at the quay
I did not spare him a glance
Now I hear the splash of his oars from afar

The playhouse in which I did not play
There I sit forlorn night and day

The words from days gone by
Build a nest in my dreams
Today I merely look back with eyes awash

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