PASSING CENTURY Poem by Nirupama Dutt

PASSING CENTURY



In the last few years of the century
the poem will find itself
beneath the moon of the second night
beyond the grove of the trees
sitting on a bench in the
dark corner of the park
in your fond embrace
and thus forgive the passing century
many of its sins

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