Pranab Kusum Dutta Poems

Many a time this poem I write to you
And each time I failed to tell you what I mean.
The beauties are flashed beneath the sun
And the beauties to me yet unseen-
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One's heart is not made of stone
Hence it's a subject to death,
Subject to decomposition!
Remember those nights- one wept alone
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In my last life
Had I not starved for a last kiss?
When sunlight begets butterflies
In my last conceived hope
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May I wait time inestimable to get your hand in my hand?
My fortune shall not be periled- and may I comprehend
With you everything I demand must come one day sure?
You know what I deprived of and the malady how to cure;
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With a few questions again
I arose leaving my tomb behind.

Deadlines often described as Love
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Nevertheless,
Dear this is not the end,
Don't say good bye
And don't you pretend-
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