No more do I return. A mere utterance indeed: I'll come again
Initially in a subdued tone. Cautiously. As if my own visage
Reflects on the mirror. A promise
No more do I return. Times move on
Moments tick away. The day passes by. Night gives by
A year. A century is over
Glasses disintegrate. Shattering sounds
S h a t t e r i n g s o u n d s p e r v a d e
I'll come again. I'll come again
CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR
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