A Dip in
I had a dream I slept in seams,
And my life was given away.
Strangest part was how I beamed,
Until noticing how far I'd strayed.
It was not irrevocable—
It could all remain the same.
My secret leaking was improbable:
It could all have stayed a game.
Yet, sorrow hit my heart—
Upon feeling purity gone.
I could no longer claim these stars
Were meant for only one.
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Harivansh Rai Bachchan
(27 November 1907 – 18 January 2003)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953)
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(4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
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