Hitesh Chowdhury Poems

Our journey started on a rainy night, a night that we did not know held for us.
A night of passion, night of love, a night of anger, a night of distraught,
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There is a dried petal of that last yellow rose rummaging through;
that yet to be completely unpacked bags.
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I have walked quite a few miles of this life and still a few more to go. Heard a lot of stories on my way to search the calmness that we seek for.I once heard about a child laboring his way to just earn one time meal for himself, heard a story of woman losing her child for all the drugs she took, Then
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The days spent with you are still hanging in the lawns of my memory,
neither are they old nor the colors have faded;
even the seams of the dress that my thoughts wear of you are still in the same condition as you left them.
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