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Until Next Time

I’ll watch you, dazed…

On the other side.

As your eyes mime

A charade,

Of what I feel inside.

Or is it my heart

That beats in tune,

With the frequency

Of your baritone?

You see,

That’s the thing

About your magic.

I never know,

If it’s you,

Or the voice inside me.

Sigh!

There’s so much

I need to say.

But there’s not enough metrics

To convey

The depth of the abyss

You have left behind.

So, I’ll wait,

I’ll wait till I see you

On the other side,

While you conquer the stage,

Again,

As the teacher who revolted,

Or the sleuth that read minds…

Until next time.

(In remembrance of the legendary actor, late Soumitra Chatterjee)

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  1. I wish I could keep upvotingπŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’š
    He left a void that every Bengali feels. Sotti boltee tomar lekhata kemon aro monta kharap kkore dilo… Too good Sanjukta. Bangla n bangali will forced miss him

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Written by Sanjukta Ghoshal

A wallflower that likes her own little nook,

Has her head in the clouds, or often in books,

She has a day-job for a living, but she writes to live,

A recluse, but she's a good friend, if you could just believe!

Ps. When she's not scribbling, she likes to paint or cook.

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