Fifty Years Back
Fifty years back
I lost my track
I dipped in love
Found me a dove
Lost my air sac
I was sorry
I could not tell the story
A little girl of Drew
She had clothes a few
Her name was morning glory
She kissed me once
I was not a dunce
But I stayed over
In her stover
Next day I broke into runs
The years rolled
In the mother earth's fold
I said that pure
I was not sure
What happened that day to this old
Fifty years back/ Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 21 November 2014
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2014
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