Pradip Chattopadhyay (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)
I beg just four letters of you
Of no use to me the twenty two
Give me those four letters of you
They’re all without them I can’t do.
Only four letters in your eyes I search
Can do without the twenty two
Is it looking for too much,
Seeking that precious gift from you?
Four letters I won’t ask for more
I can walk miles to get from you
When you find me standing on your door
Know I’m craving those four from you.
Four letters isn’t a tall order
You can easily spread them my way
Over all the wall all the border
Can give me those four any day.
I want little will do with your four
For them I do beggarly crave
When you see me on your door
Give them and make me your slave.
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