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(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

At The Last Watch

Pity, in place of love,
That pettiest of gifts,
Is but a sugar-coating over neglect.
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  • Ramesh Rai (2/2/2014 10:25:00 AM)

    Had you ever turned back to me before leaving the place. i had been waiting for your back.
    the morning star is witness of my sleepless night.

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  • Wahab Abdul (7/3/2013 10:16:00 AM)

    '' If there were time, I thought, '' clumsy English!

  • Annette Thompson (1/11/2012 7:43:00 PM)

    I know Nan and thank you. Your always be my storm in the sky and wondrous gift Ill always know is there. Just because I know you are there. Tears may fall and pain may sear through my soul but our souls are still our own. And God Bless that name we fear so much in our existances.

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (2/11/2011 1:21:00 PM)

    Leaving without saying good bye cuts a slice of the heart of the one who is left behind.

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