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When he left

He left without a trace

Without an address

Without a number

Without footprints

Digital

Or

Real

But then

Besotted lover in me

Wrote infinite number

Of poems

For him

On him

And pasted

in every nook

And corner of this world

Sitting in one these corners

He must be reading my poem now !

(On World Poetry Day )

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