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Tuesday 18 July 2017
Shalabhanjika
Before I met you, you'd flee me through lonely forests again and again
But, because my Love's trees were all '
Ashokas,'
always in vain.
Red they would flower as fleetly as you fled
Now torn up by the roots lest they reveal where I bled.
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