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My once carefully crafted song
Now returns to me, and it I ask:
Where had you been so long,
In which airs did you bask?
From the flower now no more
How do you bring the scent?
Upon that old wound why pour
Such unbearable torment?
What all homes did lose
Your tune gives residence;
The language of union to choose
In unending pain of absence.
The eyes that became dry
Now are become moist.
Dreams you draw in the sky -
Memories of past days are hoist.
Arindam Banerjee
Hampton Park, Australia
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