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Friday, April 29, 2011


He was present,
in hollowness,
in frills of happiness

Just you didn't mind
his presence,
But he was present.

He was present
under the shroud of death,
inside the scent of flowers

Just you didn't mind
his presence,
But he was present.


He was present
around the lamp,
under the carpet


behind the curtains
in your LKG notebook
everywhere everytime . .

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