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Calcutta

You
In me more than myself
You are beautiful
And not beautiful
But life is greater than beauty
And you are alive
In every street where seeking feet find shelter
You—leafing labyrinth—make up my pilgrim nerves
And I carry you in my wintering blood
You
A dream that never sleeps

Anik Samanta
07.01.2020

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