Suman Mukherjee


In the outskirts of the town, there used to live an old man,
He used to wake up early in the morning, to see the rising sun,
None saw him ever talking with anyone, he was all alone,
But he used to stay always happy, from the dusk to afternoon,
He had a dog, which died in last winter, only then he cried,
That’s all; he never dropped a tear again, till he died,
When the dog was alive they used to chat together for hours,
None ever felt interested to know them, none ever visited them,

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