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In awe of You
We looked up to you---
When during lessons you helped us look within.
Without, it'd be a confusion.
Expectations, a riot of colorful thrill.
You'd observe, steady and silent.
Then encourage us to go ahead.
Fond rememberances.
Your suggestions for books hit.
Like one patient, enchanted-
We'd wait for you to come.
Poetry and thought twined,
And you turned 'Wasteland' our home.
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Aparajita Bhattacharjee
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