pradip chattopadhyay
Remembering the Poet
They mourn the dead
Though with time the memories fade
He was nice they say
Good responsible kind
In life a fruitful stay
He would live in their mind.
He was a loving dad
To her a good husband
They all feel sad
His exit from this land
Thus they praise his glory
Each with a different story
But such is his fate
None remembers the poet!
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