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The Spring Never Dies

In the scorching summer
The lily died
I did pour the moisture
The death kept untied

Some dry bulbs kept jutting
I didn't evict them
At the advent of the spring
They sprang the green gems

Last night in the life spree
The long pod opened up pink
The lady of the balcony
The alphabets with the love ink

The time sometimes cries
The spring never dies
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April 9, 2018

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/12/2018 7:58:00 PM

The last two lines are so precious, Probir. Let us bottle them and keep them forever... Blessings and Peace, gw

Probir Gupta
Date: 4/12/2018 8:57:00 PM

Thank you, Gershon ...

Agnes Krampe

Date: 4/10/2018 7:16:00 AM

what a comforting thought, Probir.

Probir Gupta
Date: 4/10/2018 12:48:00 PM

How can I pass my days without this comforting thought, Agnes, amidst the angst of capitalist exploitation ... amidst the harsh prose of life ... Thank you ...