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The Birthday Gift
I’ve an inexcusable habit,
forget my wife’s birthday.
This time I promise myself I won’t.
So, on that day from backyard
I pluck a blooming red rose,
keep it hidden till the dinner time
when I give her the single flower.
She doesn’t smile, for the story has begun.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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