At midnight in the bakery at the corner
While bread and butter-biscuits are being baked
I remember the Rahman of my childhood
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i read until sister, when electricity was cut off last night. Then I read now, in the morning, and continue, sister, go and find someone else...Is this the hard truth that we have to live with? No comments! ! the last two lines are full of fragrance. Well done, Dillip Chitre. Your mother should have congratulated you in heaven when you met here..
I like this poem very much...the last 2 lines suggest a lot without revealing too much...