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I wish I could feel again. Just once, to trace the shape of your lips.

Because you were once in a lifetime

And I look up at the sky...

A poem about Death: To lie low in the grave, soft and safe...

A poem about my city, Calcutta.

Thus we've been forced apart, in all our lives before.

Some things are just better left unsaid. Some things are better left unknown.

And it's not that I want you to come back, but...

Was this your love? A way to say goodbye?

Just a boy and his dream of hope.