Precedent




Am done for myself by committing awfully awful,

By keeping trust upon your earnest only once more.

Blues of my ruination is mounting by every moment,

Then ruler of the periods denigrate you once more.

Became consort in autumn which has no precedent,

When spring came garden has sidelined us once more.

Only heard the tickler's message forgot the words of result,

Finally, compelled to ask for permission from mart once more.
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Rabindranath Banerjee (Ranjan)

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