Sourav K Dutta Poems

She goes inside the temple,
She prays in front,
I believe in GOD, outside the door.
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I have dreamt through the boring lectures,
The befalling season of autumn,
With a heart like dead red leaves,
Falling from the branches.
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They came across the country.
They came in numbers.
They washed life's sin in the holy waters.
They praised the Lord's name.
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Have taken ride on his rikshaw,
Once in a while, Yet
Never cared to know his life, though
Argued a many, for a rupee or two.
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