At least for once, turn up, dear
and with me for an hour stay, today
and see how worsely here I rue and bear
at least for once, turn up, dear
and placate me from my grief and fear
and from separation, with your final say
at least for once, turn up, dear
and with me for an hour stay, today.
(A Triolet= ABaAabAB)
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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