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At the silted banks of river Nile, I'd sung to the glory of Lucy; I'd soared high over the echoing Savanna and fought and bled for Shaka Zulu. I was first to push back abyss, the last to be ripped away. I'll return one day, I'll bring the rest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Date: 12 / 01 / 2016

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Date: 1/18/2017 11:59:00 PM
Lovely and deep, Tamal:) congratulations:)
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Tamal Kundu
Date: 1/20/2017 1:21:00 AM
Thanks, Jo!
Date: 1/12/2017 4:32:00 AM
a glimpse of great poetry ...
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Tamal Kundu
Date: 1/12/2017 6:38:00 AM
Thank you, sir!