Ronit Sircar Poems

All the good words end to nothing,
For what I am now means to me everything.
Entertained you whenever you needed,
Was always with u whenever u were reprimanded.
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I was sitting on a bench of rusty streets
Sitting with an unknown person
Never saw nor spoke
But the friendship suddenly evoked
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She was sitting beneath a tree
It was snowing incessantly
A thin, sick, puny looking girl
Was watching me constantly
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