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A book and my daughter
To give a book away
To someone t’me is rage,
It’s like giving away
My daughter in marriage.
If I visit that man
And find my book tattered,
It’d get my heart shattered.
Oh, what terrible dread
To find, she was wedded
Alas to a wrong man.
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Reflections |05.11.2024|book, daughter
Poet’s note: When I found one of my books in a tattered condition and discarded in a corner, I felt terrible. This small piece was born off my deep reflections on it.
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Aniruddha Pathak
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