User:Anandarup Bandyopadhyay

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Teary   Leave

The past is deep,

like the star that gleams.

And darkness rich,

as the black ink spills.

The man who writ ,

tears his ink .

Blissdom ceased,

yonder he leaves.

Green-eyed jealousy,

penny being never seen.

Passing by green trees,

swallows only company.

Sweet night rolls in,

drawing him to sleep.

Dreamt his last dream,

Moirai accompanied him.